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 26: Farewells

I hadn't had Beryl for a long time. The attraction we previously felt for one another had long ago died out.

She was no longer attracted to me, nor was I to her. But we have yet to find replacement for each other.

There was no other creature out there capable of doing to me, what Beryl was capable of…or at least there hadn't been.

"Well, that wasn't as amusing as I thought it would be." Beryl said placing her undergarments on and walking out of the room.

Beryl and I had developed this rather…unusual relationship as it was. Neither of us loved the other or even desired the other anymore. But we were parasites to each other. She used me as I did her, the only difference is that Beryl was possessive in her use while I wasn't it.

Not with her.

"That is a bit too cruel don't you think." I stated watching her trek out of the room, her perfectly beautiful body catching my eyes with every sway of her hips.

It was undeniable that Beryl was beautiful. She was one of the beautifulest creatures in creation. But somehow, her unquestionable beauty was a pale comparison to Serena's.

I couldn't bring myself to banish that little creature from my mind. We were beginning to grow close. I was honestly fond of her. But that was largely because I had believed she was a Fallen. I did not concert with angels. Especially not ones that were the spitting image of Gabriel down to the very soul.

She was insignificant. I could find another golden haired beauty with the same innocent blue eyes and the same tight sheath to take my pleasure from.

But why was I so obsessed with regaining her? Perhaps its because I do feel a strange sense of possessive ownership regarding her.

Yes!

That was it.

She was...is mine. Regardless of the fact that she is not an Fallen. Serena was my property, and I do not take lightly to having what is mine stolen from me.

Besides, there was more to her than meets the eye. Gabriel's retrieval of her proves it. Serena is no mere angel. And if my suspicions about her is true then I truly cannot afford to let her go.

She could very well prove to be very valuable in this war.

I summoned Malachite.

"So that is what's going on. I was beginning to suspect that very same thing. But to think that Gabriel would go so far." I nodded, staring at Malachite with a grin so malicious it would have brought death to mere mortals.

"We are going to retrieve what is mine." Malachite did not seem pleased- not that it was a new thing to him. He hadn't been in a good mood lately, the presence of his new torture toy, Mina has made things difficult for him.

"I am assuming that you intend to raise some hell for them then?" Malachite said. I nodded. They would deserve every single blow I deliver upon them.

"Of course." I grinned.

"How do you plan on doing that." I did not know, I did not know how I intended to do that, but I knew it was not going to be easy. Not easy at all. And the price I would have to pay to accomplish that would be far to high to warrant the results.

But I needed to do this.

Malachite and I were going over some plans when the door opened and the Elemental Angel of Love came in.

"We are leaving. I will not lie and pretend that it has been good staying with you. But it never hurts to learn about the enemy and learn we have. Had I been anymore fond of you, I would have asked if there was anything you wished me to relay to our Serenity, but I do not like you or your kind" With that she turned her gaze to Malachite for but a moment, before turning back to me.

"So even if you were to tell me a message, I would not relay it." I guess I could not expect much more from any of them. The fact that she came to say farewell was good enough for me. Though I do not know why she bothered, she did not like me at all. And I was certain that she was not here for me.

The way Malachite was staring at her, and the way she was not focusing on him at all, was testament enough for me. She was here for Malachite. And she has him.

He got to his feet, shackled her hands and rushed her out of the room.

Great.

The damned angels.

They were stealing everything.

My livelihood.

My son.

And even my damned Generals.

Those two were going to cause trouble. I could feel it. But it was Malachite, the worst he could do to her would involve his shaft and probably a maddening dose of pleasure.

Sigh.

THat of course left me alone in this mission.

Malachite would be too preoccupied to be of any assistance.

And I suspect the same from the other generals.

This I would have to do on my own.

"Damn. As if it couldn't get any harder." I murmured as I summoned a blade dipped in the blood of Adam and slide it across my wrist.

Blood. For a summoning.

Malachite:

The nerve. She had purposely ignored me. Completely. Not even a glance…well maybe a glance. But only after insulting me. Indirectly of course

How did she expect me to handle that blatant farewell.

That clear denouncement of me.

Did not like me?

She might not like me

But her body craved me.

And that she will do well to remember.

I shoved her into my bedroom and locked the door. When I faced her again, there was that angry glare of her that made me want to snap her neck and kiss her till she begs me to stop, and then kiss her some more.

Those fiery gray blue eyes, the deep set frown of her lips. And the red tinges on her cheeks and nose.

She truly was Aphrodite.

I moved towards her, and for all her obvious fear of me, she did not move away. She stood there, and stared up at me with her eyes challenging.

The challenge in her gaze turned for an instant into expectation.

I brought my hands up, saw her gaze travel slightly to them, before returning to me.

Her hair spilled into my arms like gold waters. It was so soft, so silken. Taking a hold of chunks of her hair I brought them to my nose and sniffed closing my eyes to engrave the memory of her scent.

"So you are leaving." The unspoken 'me' at the end of that sentence was not lost to either of us.

"Yes. I am leaving." She replied.

I nodded.

We stood there frozen for a few minutes, then I surged forward.

Her lips melted against mines like were so soft, so…delicious. The way her delicious tongue dashed out into my mouth to explore the recesses of my mouth as I did the same to hers.

The way she suckled my tongue, as if trying to swallow it whole.

She moved closer and I tightened my grip on her waist before hoisting her up so she could straddle me.

Her sharp, strong legs wrapped around my waist and her hands wrapped around my long hair pulling at it.

The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.

We stumbled around the room. I had her against the wall for a moment, before I managed to get her on the bed.

Our lips parted, I kissed her on the neck and listened to her hard breathing. To the silent hitches in her breathing each time I rocked upwards bringing my shaft closer to her core.

She licked my neck, then my ears and took a bite at my lobe.

I chuckled.

She was a bitter.

Good!

I pulled the white soft cotton dress right off of her body, and watched the pale peach skin beneath me flare up at being exposed.

"Can you leave me? Can you leave this?" I asked, sinking to the crook at her neck to kiss her lightly there before turning his attention to the pink swells on her chest.

I captured one sweet bud into my mouth and suckled.

Mina drew in a sharp breath and held on for dear life. I chuckled, blowing warm damp air against her bare breasts.

Ever the resilient one, my Mina.

I took her nipples between my teeth and began a gentle rub that intensified as to match her growing control over her arousal.

I moved from one breast to another. Delivering the same pressure that tipped around pain and pleasure.

My teeth pressed down on her nipples each time she tried to reign in her voice, her moans, the uncontrollable upsurge of her back, then it lightened and my tongue moved in to lave at the pain to replace it with wet passion.

"Will you leave." I asked, releasing her breasts and trailing kisses down her stomach to stop just above her core.

She was beyond control now. Her breathing was ragged, her body hot. And her voice whimpering for more.

This is how I preferred Mina.

Wet.

Lost in passion.

Waiting for me to deliver to her what only I could.

"Y…ehhh…sss" She said the word as a moan more than a response. And I laughed dipping my head in-between her legs and parting her folds for exploration.

I blew at her wet sleek folds, and watched as her beautiful whole closed in on itself and her sheath seemed to be sucking at empty air.

So sweet.

I drew my breath and with it the scent of her musty wet, sleek juices, it was enough to make my mouth water.

I moved closer, and closer yet still. I watched and felt as her body tensed up…tightened up in preparation for what was about to come.

"Do you wish to leave me?" I asked against her clit and watched as she arched her body towards me, beckoning.

"N…ohhh" She murmured. Satisfied with that answer I took a swift swipe at her bud and watched her crumble. Her back went hiked up further, her legs curled and her hands fisted against the covers on the bed.

"Mor…eeh." She pleaded and more I offered.

I laved at her wetness, watching her bud swell in life. Her body flux beneath me and her hips trust to meet my waiting mouth.

Such passions.

Warrant great attention.

Attention she will not be able to receive in Heaven or anywhere else but here, with me for that matter.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" I asked pulling away from her clit. She grabbed hold of my head and forced it against her.

That was response enough.

"Will you stay with me? If I were to ask?" I murmured. Her grip tightened and she pulled me away from her wet pulsing core.

She was staring at me, with something close to pain in her pleasure clouded gaze.

"I…my duty is not to this world. I am required to return…So if you were to ask…then…I…" She slowly began to pull away from me. To sit upright again, I did not give her a chance to reply or get far away from me. I grabbed her by the waist and shoved her back down flat on her back.

I took a long swipe at her clitoris, then dipped my tongue into her whole. Her sheath tightened around my tongue and suckled it even while I suckled her.

Her spine surged up just as she shattered, her milk pouring into my mouth and my tongue drawing her further into blinding ecstasy.

She fell backwards on the bed, her limps lifeless on the mattress. With a grin and an arousal far too painful to not be sated I grabbed her ankles and hoisted her knees up and placed one on my shoulders and the other I held off to the side.

Being inside her.

Having her warm tight sheath slackened by pre-cum accept me so…easily while at the same time providing a tight channel to go through was so…perfect it nearly had me spilling into her.

But not yet.

I held it back.

Not yet. I still had hours before she was due to depart.

Hours to make certain that she will never find anything as closely intoxicating as this.

I drove into her.

One slide after another. I pounded into her tightness and watched as she surged forward against the bed and then backwards.

I watched as her body was trusted against the dashboard. As the bed itself moved to our rhythm.

I could feel each and every stroke as I pounded in and out of her. As my cock swelled in preparation. As her tightening core slowly squeezed the juices out of my swelling cock.

As her hips trust upwards to meet my trusts.

It was almost there.

We were almost there.

Just a little more.

A little more.

Her hips came forth so violently she rose from the bed and grabbed onto me, her wings shooting outwards from behind her glowing a faint gold and her head whipped backwards as she screamed my…name…

She screamed my true name into the room, from her soul into mines. The sound of my name from her lips seemed to echo throughout the universe, from the heavens and beyond.

And my own voice betrayed me. As my warm seed filled her womb I grunted her name from the depths of my shriveled soul to her flourishing one. And the sound seemed to have crawled its way out of the bowls of hell to reach the heavens.

Minutes later my cock stopped spraying my burning seed into her sheath and then hers began to spill out.

It flowed from her womb, mixing our two passions together as it flowed out of her stomach and down to my cock, that and the combined effect of her pulsing walls had me spiraling into another frenzied state of arousal.

This was going to be a long farewell.