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 29: Epilogue
When I first woke, the ache in my body reminded her of the first time he had taken me. The difference being he had not taken me this night.
He laid besides me on the bed with his hands gently running down my hair and something…I was not sure what ruffling my winged feathers.
I grumbled something, and his hands faltered a moment before resuming their work. I turned to face him and the smile on his face was not what I had expected.
Nor the horns on his head and the tail in my feathers.
Without a word or a thought to it, I reached out and touched them. The sharp edges of his horns pricked my finger and I winced pulling back.
"Now I'm literary the horned one. Doesn't that just fit." He said tsking and in the process flashing huge fangs at me. I shivered…from fear? or something…of another nature.
"But…why? " I asked. He smiled and sat up better dragging me closer to his body.
"Do you not like them?" He asked. I shook my head. They looked wonderful on him. Everything looked wonderful on him.
"Consider them to be a lock. Its how Azakiel is keeping me on this side, but to be fair, I don't mind, being trapped here. It means I can finally have you…all to myself." No sooner had the words left his mouth, did his mouth clamp onto mine and began a process of languidly stroking my tongue and demanding for more.
I…Did I want to pry him away? No. My body did not want such a thing and neither did my mind. Something in me was…alive, eager and yearning.
I had missed him.
And I presume he had me. For why else come all the way to heaven for me. Why subject himself to such agony for me.
"I missed you." I muttered once he released my lips. The grin on his face turned into a smile in his eyes and he kissed my lids shut. He lifted me off the bed and sat me on his lap.
"I came to realize, possessing you has a side-effect." He said working my aching breasts into tight peaks.
"Hnnh." I tried to speak, but words were long gone from my mind, replaced by instead sensations.
"The side-effect being that I cannot seem to breath in your absence. You have become my ver life force love. And it was cruel of you to leave me." He muttered dragging his other hand in my hair and to by throat. He lifted me slightly off of him, but only long enough to slip that wicked black tail of his inside of me.
I clamped my tights together as a wave burst through me.
He breathed in deep and moaned.
"There's my girl. I missed that scent." He said as his tail began a series of whacked, earth shattering strokes into me.
Later:
Hell, looked like a fucking trip down Hyde Park in London. The tortured souls were no longer littering the floor. The wind smelled like fresh spring morning instead of like bile and human remains.
"I cannot believe what my kingdom has turned into." The King of hell muttered as he stared at the scene out his window. The light drifting through his window landed on the angel resting on his…their bed. Her white left wing gently resting against her back while her black wings came forward to shield her eyes from the sun.
The sight of her back to him, her perfectly round ass laying there for his viewing and still glistening from his seed and hers had his cock twitching and his tail wiping.
The damned thing was becoming quite useful as it turned out. It was like having two cocks. And he enjoyed the idea of two of him inside of her at once. Though if there has been physically two of him, he might have gotten jealous of the other him.
His tail whipped out and reached towards her, he walked to her as it demanded. The tail, landed on her ass with a sharp tud that left a red arrow shaped mark on it. She let out a slow moan, turned her face to him while her hips lifted up aching for more.
Their eyes met. Her blue eyes slightly wet from unshed tears, while her lips curved up into a seductive, inviting smile.
"That tail of yours is very…very…bad." She whispered as the tail began to work her derriere. She murmured something, then moaned as the tail got rougher and rougher with her, before finally she raised her hip up in invitation.
It delved into her and she released a breathy sigh.
"Like that…then maybe you will not me to use this." He said indicating his cock. She bristled, her white wing ruffling while the black one glistened in its bat like texture.
"Or maybe you would." She chuckled at his sudden change of heart. He climbed onto the bed and was immediately flipped over, she straddled him. Arching as far back as she could go to get him as deep inside of her as she could. Both his cock and his tail occupied her. The former of course having delved into her butt whole once his cock replaced it.
She began to move, slow at first, unable to hold back, he grabbed her hips and surged into her. She screamed, the sound shattering the class on their bedroom windows. He did not flip her over, her teeth clamped onto his horns and her tongue worked their into burning tips.
She knew all of his sexual turn ons and was using them to her best knowledge.
Her tongue worked miracles on his head, while her hands tortured his nipples. He did the same to her, his tongue of course being the weapon he choose for those lushes breasts of hers.
"Come inside of me." I whimpered, and he nodded. He hesitated a moment, but then let loose his restraints. The onslaught of his release her me careening into another orgasm.
Sated and completely worn out, I fell back on the bed and he went down with me.
We laid like that for what seemed like decades, with nothing more than our breathing and the beating of our hearts to fill in the silence; it was absolute bliss.
After a while, he stirred, removing his weight and pulling me into the crook of his arms.
"We should not have risked it." He murmured against my hair. We should not have; If I were to conceive at the moment, then I would only be supplying Beryl's "monster" army with new soldiers.
"Its not fair." The words came out of my mouth on the verge of breaking apart. I wanted to scream, shout…rage but I couldn't….Well, I could but it would not change anything.
Since coming here, I had already conceived twice and both children had vanished upon their birth. The Elementals have confirmed that.
Seeing glimpses of my children…our children in Beryl's clutches had been unbearable.
The first infant had been a girl, with hair as pale as moonlights and eyes as black as midnight had appeared besides Beryl already somewhat grown. The girl child had looked to Beryl with confusion and then turned her gaze elsewhere as if she could sense my eyes upon her. The miniature transparent beautiful chitin wings looked as if they had eyes trapped in them. The word Fay came to mind as I studied her features I thought what a wonderful child she would made. She would be powerful. When the surprised Beryl grabbed the child's shoulder and ushered her forth with the simple phrase "come child" the infant had stated " I am called Fay." At the sound of the words, my knees gave way and something in my heart broke apart
I plunged to the silver floor of Hell's Palace, screaming my frustration. I wanted to go topside, I wanted to go to earth and bring her back…bring them back. My children all of them. The things Beryl was doing to them, the way mortal kind was treating them, it was unfair. Painful.
Medusa…my beautiful Medusa had been beheaded by a mortal man who claimed the tittle of Hero upon her death. My wolf cubs Beryl had gotten a caster to turn them part mortal, then there were her ill, ill children who must feed on mortal blood to survive because their bodies were not well accustomed to the topside. They belonged down here with me. I wanted to be with them forever, I needed to go topside.
"Darien…?" I pleaded for what had seemed like the millionth time. But he refused. He held my quivering body against his and just stood in silence as I wailed.
"You cannot risk it. If you do, then Beryl will become Eve and then all the children that would…should be yours will be hers. She will give birth to our children Beryl…Do you honestly want that?" No. I did not. Already the children who were in her clutches were suffering. To give more children to her would be…
That had been before.
Before, when I could still live with the knowledge that I was sacrificing my children regardless of the reasons. And I couldn't bring myself to do that. I needed to take steps to make certain that Beryl never gets her clutches on any of my hatchlings again. I need to protect them….And if Darien has no intentions of allowing me to do so, then I will just have to do it without his permission…or his knowledge.
"Were you thinking about them?" He murmured wrapping the silk blankets tighter around our forms. I nodded, nudging my head against his chin to avoid his eyes.
He sighed and did not say anymore. There was nothing more to say. His hands were tied; more like his wings, tied to the very heart of hell. And with my dilemma so were mine. I was trapped here besides Darien because only he can protect me from Beryl and he is bound here to earth.
"Azakiel is arriving today?" I found myself asking hoping to assuage the situation. I needed Darien out of my sight so that I can sneak away.
"Please do not remind me. I do not want to see that creature's mug. To be honest….I would love nothing more than to rip him limb by lump." He said planting a gentle kiss on my cheeks. I giggled and turned away from the ticklish sensation of his face against mines.
"Please be nice to him. He is very kind, and he has given Lita, Amy, Raye and Mina shelter topside where they are helping protect our young Darien. Be…kind to…" HE kissed me on the lips and sat up the blanket slipping down on his chest exposing all of the red blemishes on his skin…
"Do those hurt?" I asked planting a gentle hand over the red bite marks. He chuckled, combing his hands through my hair.
"Not if you lick them." At his words, his voice got deeper, huskier. His eyes turning molten and scorching my body.
I nodded, planted my lips on the largest scar, I began to lap at them trying to get them to heal and then I turned up to stare at him apologetically.
"Sorry." I whispered. I shook his head, grabbed my head and pulled me towards him, kissed me deeply on the lips and then surged out of bed. I made a grab for the blankets but he stopped me by planting his palms against my hips and picking me away from the bed.
"Bath first." He murmured, carrying me into the bathroom.
The bathroom had been modified to appease my tastes…and Darien's. It was made into a huge bath, big enough for four, but mostly used by two- thanks to Darien's unquenchable lust. Not that I was complaining.
"He put the spray on, the waters in the tub forming a foam like substance that smelled like the forests up in earth. I sank down gladly against him, not at all minding that his body was already rearing up for another round.
His erection pushed against my back, and while his hands gently lathered soap over my chest area his mouth worked my ears and neck.
"Your concern for another male…does not sit well with me." He whispered against my ears. I turned slightly around trying to face him but then I paused.
"I am concerned about the welfare of everyone, especially those whom I hold even closer now. But..I will admit despite the sinfulness of it, that it is you and only you I love in such a way. If I did not have you Darien, I would not have reason to live. If I was given the chance to return to heaven vs you, then I would choose you no matter how many times…Darien you are the life in me." I said turning to face him.
I planted a gentle kiss on his lips, and just to get things moving along faster I grabbed onto his stiff erection and began to work it.
I had barely begun to work the stiff rod when he grabbed my hand and shook his head.
"At this rate, we will be here for…several days." He murmured. I chuckled and he groaned. Darien attempted to lift me up, but I refused, instead I ducked underneath the foam and with my hands in his possession, proceeded to wrap my mouth around his erection.
It had taken several attempts to perfect this particular play of mine. Previously I ended up swallowing the water instead of him. Now, it was Darien in my mouth. Darien that my tongue wrapped around. It was Darien's cock that my mouth pumped against and Darien's cock that my teeth gently grazed even while the walls of my mouth sucked.
And it was most importantly, Darien's seed that filled me. Just when I was certain that he was about to come inside my mouth, he yanked me away, picked up my body and plunged his overflowing cock inside of me.
Sometimes, Darien uses my rear-end; or my other whole as he prefers to call it when we are having sex. But only when I am with child, otherwise he enters my wet walls. When he came inside of me, he waited a moment before he began to plunge into me at full speed. His speed and strength send water all over the bathroom, and the slapping sound of our bodies coming together drowned out everything but his rough breathing and my whimpering pleas for release.
When I came, I felt the walls of my vagina close up against his cock and squeeze almost as if to lock him away inside of me forever.
He was on the verge of spilling out, but he stopped himself…barely.
Darien grabbed my knees from behind, lifted them up and then began the process all over again. The flapping sound of our wet bodies colliding, the slick friction of his cock moving in and out of me, and then the additional sensation that the water slapping against my extremely sensitive clitoris had me careening into a second orgasm. This time with Darien to accompany me.
He kept my legs up until he finished spilling his precious seed in me. Then he released my knees and I thought we would finally relax, but not with Darien this high rung. We went at it again in several different poses, he had me bent over the sides of the bathing tub, he had me flat on my back in the tub and he even had me holding up the shower rod while he focused his whole energy on plunging his cock into my sleek, maddeningly sensitive puss. When things finally cooled off hours later, he flipped me sidewards to face him. He captured my lips in a tight passionate yet gentle kiss that although heated up never got rough.
He slowed things down. He moved slower, but deeper in me. With the slower pace I could feel every single stroke, every ridge on his cock, every twitch of his dick in me. It drove me crazy. It made the overflowing pressure in me unbearable.
"Faster…please…faster….harder…Darienmakemecome." The final words I spoke in a single breath to because my voice ceased to function.
He did make me come, violently. I screamed loud and hard, clamping my tights around him to keep his dick imprisoned inside of me, and my teeth ripped through his neck drawing blood. I tried to quell the force of my orgasm, but his rippling seeds just send me into an endless wave of orgasmic bliss.
Somewhere during our clean up process (Darien cleaning up my lazy sated body) I noticed a slight tingling in my womb.
I froze. My breath caught in my lungs and I tried not to weep, not to grieve. He stopped washing my hair and looked at me intensely.
"Did…" He did not have to finish it. I knew what he was about to ask. He had asked the same question so many times already that we both knew…I was pregnant.
My hands wrapped around my womb and I bent my head down trying not to cry.
He hugged me from behind, and standing there under the sprays we rocked back and forth.
"She will not have this one. She will not. I will not allow her. I will go and take from her what I am forbidden to take. I will k…k…I will kill Beryl." The word kill defiled my mind, it defiled my very moral belief. How could I even think to kill another being? I couldn't? I shouldn't? But Beryl. She could not take my children. I will not allow it.
"Don't worry, she will not." He assured me.
"How…?" I whispered.
"Don't worry, I will handle Beryl…Have you taught of a name?" He asked after a long pause. Usually the children's names come to me upon their conception; it varies of course. Sometimes I just know the children's names as soon as Darien's seed merges with mines. And sometimes I do not know the name until after the child is born or topside with Beryl.
"Rini…the child's name will be Rini." I declared. I had questioned why I knew the names, how did the names come to me. I thought at one point that perhaps Father was enlightening me with the names, but Darien had argued that perhaps the children themselves are choosing their names and somehow influencing me….inserting the information into me.
"Rini. That is beautiful. This child, it will be the first of many. I promise. I will take care of it, so put those plants of Killing Beryl aside. It will not come to that." He promised.
I wanted to ask more. I wanted to demand answers to how he intend to do that, but I did not. I was too worried about the child about to be born in my womb.
Darien took me out of the bathtub, dried me up, placed some clothes around me and then rushed me back into bed. I passively saw him talking to one of the palace assistances before walking into the room besides our bedroom, one with a door connecting the two; it was his private business room. Only used by him or as a meeting place when I needed is attention.
"Rini will save them. She will be the key to retrieving our children." He said as he closed the door blocking my view of some figures in the other room. One had no aura, it was frightening, I could not sense anything at all from the figure but it stared at me as the door closed with eyes that were not there. The other figure sneered, its flaming eyes and huge onyx horns caught my attention . The final figure was Azakiel and in the presence of the two he was a babe and Darien a fetus.
"…ather." I heard Darien murmur before my mind closed off to the physical world.
He will take care of it.