by J F Cain
Sick bastard! he cursed Asmodeus in his thoughts. You’ve realized that she still has the feel of the Source about her, and you’re torturing her to eradicate it. You want to make her as foul as you.
For her part, Estaria had forgotten all about the sadistic Archdemon. She sighed with pleasure from Abriel’s fiery kisses. The only thing she cared about was him. She had realized that she had some effect on him and she would do everything in her power to again feel the touch and kisses of the only entity she had ever fallen in love with.
This is your chance, she told herself. Make the most of it, because you might not get another one.
Determined to do everything she could to keep him, she rested her hands on his chest and pushed back slightly. Abriel lifted his head questioningly, but as soon as he saw the look in her eyes he was taken aback. Her clear blue eyes shone with love and passion and the joy on her face told him how happy she felt in his arms. In a very brave move that few Ethereals would dare, she had bared herself and revealed her truth.
Before the flustered Sorcerer could react, Estaria gave him an arousing kiss that would have tempted even a saint. She then slowly went lower, caressing and kissing his body, until she was kneeling in front of him. She wrapped her arms around his hips and pressed her body against him, enjoying the contact. Certain that their encounter was being watched, Abriel smiled slyly, pretending to be satisfied by her behavior, which a Demon would mistake as being servile. He had to look indifferent and totally unaffected by the fallen princess’s silent confession of love or he would be in great danger.
Estaria pulled back and put her hand around his hard member, which was standing upright in front of her face. She dragged her tongue from its base up to the crown and licked it, stroking every part of it sensually with her tongue, and then in a move that showed the experience, albeit forced, that she had gained, she took it in her mouth and began to slide her lips sensually up and down. Abriel watched her with a smile that conveyed smugness and superiority. But in reality he was feeling far from composed. She was driving him crazy, not only with the sensations of her warm mouth, but with her expression too. As she sucked and licked him, she looked at him with that genuine desire in her eyes that aroused a male even more. Her gaze wasn’t vulgar like Lyla’s, and as far as technique went, the fallen was far better than the Succubus.
As if wanting to confirm his thoughts, Estaria slid his hard erection deeper down her throat. Abriel groaned with pleasure and tilted his head back.
Damn. She’s unbelievably good, he thought in a haze of sensation.
He had to draw deeply from his reserves of self-restraint to finally pull out of her pleasurable mouth and stay out. He quickly glanced at another place on Earth to make sure that Asmodeus was still busy, then knelt in front of Estaria and sat back on his heels. He gripped her hips and settled her on his thighs with her legs straddling him. Gazing into her eyes with a brazen, lustful look, he stroked her folds and plunged his fingers inside her core and puckered opening, preparing her to take him. Estaria put her arms around him, rested her forehead on his shoulder and let herself journey to the wonderful world of pleasure she had never visited before.
Her reaction aroused Abriel even more. He had never had sex with a former Celestial before. But this particular one, for some reason he didn’t understand right then, made him want to possess her completely.
“I’ll take you in every way and, believe me, you’re going to love it,” he whispered in her ear.
His words made Estaria shiver with anticipation.
“Yes, take me!” she murmured into his shoulder, savoring his gentle yet possessive fingers.
“But I first want you to come on my hand,” he went on commandingly.
He dragged his palm up her back and gently tugged at her hair so that she would lift her head from his shoulder and lean back against his hand. He bent over her breast, took her nipple between his lips and tortured her sweetly, while his hand between her legs continued to fuel the flames of her passion. He heard her heated breathing quicken and moved his fingers faster to take her to the peak of ecstasy.
“Come on, baby, give it to me,” he demanded, his eyes gleaming with infernal satisfaction.
Surrendering to his will, Estaria gripped his shoulders and began to rock her hips with passionate urgency. The suppressed desire of centuries surged inside her like a huge tidal wave that threatened to swallow her entirely. Her physical body felt ready to explode. She couldn’t stand the pressure and with muffled cries she exploded into an intense earth-shattering orgasm, the first she had ever had in her very long life.
As she began to come down from the climax, Abriel continued to gently massage her inner walls, enjoying the fulfilment on her face. He saw a tear escape her closed eyes and was moved. He thought about taking her in his arms, kissing her tenderly and offering her the love she deserved, but he couldn’t afford to express such sensitive emotions. He had to maintain a stance that was considerate—since for most of the peeping toms he was supposed to be trying to convince Asmodeus’s second-in-command to join their alliance—yet still worthy of a Demon: in other words, take advantage of her love for him without being affected by her feelings.
With a bold smile of personal satisfaction that was completely in line with what the situation demanded, he laid her down on the grass with her legs spread wide. He leaned over her and rubbed his hard length along her slit. As if waking up from a beautiful dream, Estaria opened her eyes and looked at him, her gaze a melding of the light of her old nature and the dark passion still burning inside her. Abriel shook off the momentary awkwardness her gaze made him feel and rushed to dispel the beautiful atmosphere between them, which was nevertheless uncomfortable for him.
But he wasn’t prepared for what came next. As soon as he entered her, he felt a strange energy affect him. A sweet warmth aroused his body and feelings, making him feel a tenderness filled with passion. This energy had an unexplainable dynamic force, as if it had its own will, summoning him to conquer the exquisite fallen who was burning with love in his arms. Despite all his willpower, he couldn’t resist the demands of the force acting on him.
Damn you, Estaria! he cursed inwardly. What are you doing to me? He wondered where that force came from. Her magical abilities weren’t greater than the other Ethereals’. She couldn’t have created an energy that would hold the master of magic in its grip despite his impenetrable protective shield. Only the Source could pierce his shield. But why would It do it? Abriel couldn’t know why; but he could submit. Making sure that the pleasure he felt didn’t show, he began to kiss her, sinking inside her again and again with smooth motions that filled him with insatiable, demanding pleasure.
The novel sensations Estaria was feeling made her mind go numb. Every thought and worry had vanished. The worlds no longer existed; there was just her and Abriel in a passionate embrace. Each thrust brought her a new wave of pleasure that took her breath away. Her body melted from the sweet sensation of his hard erection and her breath came out in short gasps mixed with little moans.
Abriel felt her desire escalate and picked up the pace, until she climaxed again, shouting his name. He gave her time to come down, sucking in her sexual energy with his kisses, but unfortunately for him the energy he stole aroused him even more.
“You’re driving me crazy!” he blurted between kisses, and as soon as he realized what he had said, he was stunned.
Estaria shivered with emotion.
“You have no idea how much you drive me crazy!” she whispered, pressing her body against him.
Abriel had to do something to cover his blunder. And he had to do it quick. He sat up and leaned back on his heels again.
“Come, baby, I want to take you in every way,” he said, forced to cover up his revealing statement with a desire for dominance—a quality that Demons were known for.
Estaria gave him a look that stated plainly she knew why he had suddenly changed, and then obeyed him. Without a word, she got up and stra
ddled him with her back to him. Abriel assumed a coarse and vulgar expression, wrapped his arm around her waist and drove his erect organ inside her.
“My beautiful princess, are you alright or is it too much for you?” he asked, his voice faintly mocking.
“I’m alright,” she said breathlessly.
Abriel raised her slightly so there would be room to move and began to fill her again and again, all the while playing with her clitoris. She leaned back against him and sighed, for the first time enjoying this sexual act. Abriel kept filling her, trying to get enough of this strange sweetness he was feeling, while Estaria rocked against him in smooth, flowing motions, wanting to give him as much pleasure as she could. However, he couldn’t take her sensual rocking for long. Without pulling out of her, he gently pushed her onto her hands, wrapped her long hair around his fist and started to ravage her with powerful thrusts.
“I want you with me,” he commanded.
“Yes, baby, whatever you want,” Estaria replied promptly.
The fact that she submitted to his will drove him even crazier. He could barely hold himself back and as soon as he realized that she had climaxed, he let himself go, coming violently inside her with a drawn-out groan of pleasure. Still hard, he drove into her a few more times, enjoying the feel of her, and then reluctantly withdrew. He lay on his back on the grass and tugged Estaria toward him for the necessary finale to the show.
“Baby, you’re unbelievable,” he said, caressing her backside. He totally meant it. Even so, the enthusiastic remark had been made to be heard by someone who mistakenly thought herself irreplaceable.
Pressed against him, Estaria caressed his chest with obvious happiness written on her face.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“We could do it often,” Abriel suggested for obvious reasons, all of which suited him.
“Yes, if we get rid of the obstacles,” she hinted.
Abriel assumed a smug expression.
“You made the right decision,” he said, meaning a lot more than what he was referring to. Maybe Estaria already knew what lay ahead and that was why she had agreed to take part in the Archdemons’ bold scheme. But he couldn’t discuss it openly with her. He didn’t want anyone to hear that he had taken on the responsibility of deciding her future. Besides, there was a chance she hadn’t realized his intentions and might not agree with the initiative he had taken.
He got up and reached out to help her up too.
“We’ll get together soon,” he said seriously.
“And Lyla?” Estaria asked, looking him right in the eye. “I know you’re in love with her.”
That seemed to bother Abriel.
“Don’t believe what the Demons say.”
“I believe what I see,” she insisted.
“Appearances are often deceiving,” Abriel replied. He dragged his hand up the side of her neck and caressed her cheek with his thumb. “One thing I’ve always admired about you is that you’ve never concerned yourself with those vile entities. Don’t start now.” He slipped his other hand around her waist, pressed her up against him and gave her a wonderful, deep kiss, the kind that clouds the judgment of females in love. “I want you to promise me that you won’t concern yourself with her,” he said when he released her lips.
Estaria opened her eyes and regarded him.
Does he want to protect his other lover from me or does he really not care about her? she wondered. The Sorcerer was hard to fathom. So both were likely. “I will never attack her as a way to claim you,” she said, clarifying her intentions.
Abriel didn’t like her answer. This meant she might attack Lyla for other reasons, which she could easily find. And if she decided to do it, there was no hope for Lyla. Besides his interest in the Succubus, a clash between his two lovers might endanger his plans.
“There’s nothing to claim,” he said gently, trying to avoid that outcome.
Now it was Estaria’s turn not to like his answer.
The ambiguous statement held two contrasting meanings: first, that Lyla truly didn’t interest him, and second, that no matter what Estaria did, she would never be able to win him from her rival. And because she believed the second meaning was more likely, she clarified the issue so that she wouldn’t be seen as being spiteful.
“Don’t expect me to just sit there if she attacks me,” she said, her blue eyes suddenly turning into two shards of ice.
Abriel burst out laughing.
“That would be truly stupid!”
“Demons aren’t known for their intelligence,” Estaria pointed out, showing that she didn’t class either of them as dark entities.
“I don’t think she’ll dare,” he replied. I hope, he added to himself.
“Do you think she is smart enough not to open another front when she’s trying to take over Eregkal?” Estaria asked with feigned curiosity.
The barb convinced Abriel that his new lover was one of the few entities who had sensed the Superior’s entry into space-time and consequently knew what Lyla had been up to, possibly even his own supporting role in her pointless efforts to dethrone Lucifer.
“Yes, it’s not in her interests to expose me,” he answered, allowing no doubt to show on his face.
“Alright,” Estaria muttered sadly and dropped the subject. She was more concerned with the fact that she had to leave. But she didn’t want to let him go. She had rediscovered heaven in his arms and it was now difficult to return to hell.
She clung to him hungrily and pressed her lips to his, wanting to confirm her effect on him, a sign that would give her the right to hope that she could win him and the strength to endure until she could be free of Asmodeus’s rule. But Abriel didn’t react as anticipated. The lover who had so willingly catapulted her to the pinnacle of pleasure, gave her a lukewarm hug and didn’t respond with the same passion that he kissed her earlier.
Estaria wondered what had changed. Was it something she had said about Lyla, or was there another reason? She would have really liked to know, but she wouldn’t ask him so as not to appear weak. She gave up on trying to get the confirmation she so needed and closed her eyes to hide the pain she felt at his unexpected rejection.
“I hope I’ll see you soon,” she said with her forehead resting on his and disappeared.
Abriel lowered his now empty hands with faint displeasure. Obviously, he didn’t feel the same way Estaria did. But her selfless lovemaking had awoken inside him memories of the lost kingdom, their beauty wounding him.
This can’t happen again, he told himself. You’re in danger of making yourself vulnerable in your very own plan. If you complicate things, you might never be able to achieve your goal.
He smiled with satisfaction to mislead his invisible spectators and assessed the situation.
From the moment they had arrived in the time dimension, he had deactivated his concealment shield. This way, those who had been watching them had only seen and heard what he had wanted them to know. But for him, it had been an eye-opening experience. Thankfully, he had played his role as a ruthless Demon convincingly. This had a number of benefits: it would dispel the doubts of some of his allies and other high-ranking entities about his true intentions, it would get the desired reaction from Lyla, and, beyond that, it would further his plan in different ways.
So far, so good. Tread carefully and you’ll soon have everything you desire, Abriel told himself. And stay away from Estaria, he added warningly.
He changed to his ethereal form, leaned nonchalantly against a rock and, with a pensive expression on his face, he waited until the interested parties realized nothing else interesting was going to happen. Given Demons’ impatience, he expected that would happen soon. He therefore folded his hands across his chest and waited.
Unchecked, his thoughts turned to Estaria again. The fallen princess of the Thrones had decided to change the dead-end way in which she had simply existed, keeping herself removed from the entities and schemes of Eregkal. S
he had always kept her distance from anything that happened in the infernal realm. She did whatever she was forced to do and, though well aware of what was going on around her, showed no interest in the dark entities and their intrigues unless she was personally threatened. Nevertheless, irrespective of her undeniable ability to deal with any difficulties that came her way, she was the most protected entity in Eregkal. On the one hand, there was Asmodeus, who because of his sick obsession with her allowed no one to touch her, and on the other hand there was Xeniel, the powerful former prince of the Thrones who had remained loyal to her. Both kept any likely threats at bay. So Estaria continued to be the unofficial princess of the dark realm and, for most of the fallen who for various reasons never forgot the celestial hierarchy, higher in rank than even Beleth.
From time to time, many had wondered how Estaria maintained her power, since she didn’t have any personal dealings with humans. She had never corrupted or even tried to take advantage of anyone in order to gain his soul or at the very least the negative energy stemming from his thoughts and deeds. On the contrary, she had secretly helped some important people, going against her master’s and even Lucifer’s interests. Abriel knew this because he sometimes concealed her actions. So there was no doubt that the source of her powers was something else, and it strangely never ran out.
Some assumed that Asmodeus was giving her part of his energy reserves to keep her dependent on him, a ridiculous thought that the Archdemon’s character ruled out from the outset. Others assumed that her powerful energy simply hadn’t run out since the Fall. That was a logical thought, since the former Throne had been closer to the Source than all the other fallen and, furthermore, she had never been corrupted. In addition, she had also kept Xeniel from succumbing to the darkness that surrounded them. The assumptions were many and varied. Even so, no one could be sure and, of course, no fallen could ask the Celestials for information about how powers worked. This uncertainty was enough to ensure that Estaria was left in peace. In a sense, she was the most independent entity in Eregkal. Only Asmodeus tyrannized her, but that would soon change.
