Humans were smaller and weaker than Angeli, yet they had their enticing qualities.
Humans became so aroused when touched by an Angeli lover, and the scents of human arousal were intoxicating to Angeli. Rahmiel remembered the exhilarating and arousing perfume of a human woman. Locked in ice, he had craved that aroma, desired the touch and scent of a lover until he thought he would go mad. Now he held a fragrant human girl in his arms. She already smelled delicious. Edible. He could hardly wait to taste her as his lover.
Kari’s hair was glorious, so long, thick and red. Rahmiel slid a hand through her hair, enjoying the glide of silk on his hand. He wanted to see her clothed in nothing but her hair again, those round, pink-tipped breasts peaking out behind the long locks. Was she a virgin? She might be. She was young. That would be so perfect, because then the binding would be unbreakable.
Of course, if she was a virgin, there was the possibility of getting her with child.
Unless she was on that modern stuff…what was it called? Birth control. From what he understood, even virgins went on it, just in case.
He hoped she was on it, a binding would be permanent enough, and he didn’t want the responsibility of fatherhood. Being a Guardian was responsibility enough. He had planned to enjoy children when his time in the Guardians was finished, sometime far in the future but his future now was uncertain. It would not be a good time for a child.
Not that he was a Guardian at present, but if things worked out with Kaphawn, and then with the binding, he should at the very least avoid the dimensional freezer. At least for her lifetime…
She had flawless, milky skin, smooth and glowing with health, to go with all that hair. He gently moved his hands from her hair to her arms, so he could touch her skin.
He moved his hands slowly, drawing his fingers over the soft skin of her arms. Yes, he had been fortunate. An older woman or even a man could have drawn him forth. Few humans who weren’t sorcerers or witches could have pulled off that ritual. Her success must have been a fluke. He buried his face in her hair, enjoying the sweet floral scent of it, the sweet pressure of her bottom on his thighs.
He could hardly wait to have her, to seal the binding, be inside a woman for the first time in eight thousand years.
“Where are we?” she asked after awhile, when her sobs died away.
“Somewhere we cannot be found. Some place safe.”
“Aren’t you going to go find the demon?”
“He will have gone into hiding, so he can grow from the strength of his kills. After so many years without sustenance, his first priority will be to regain his strength. I brought us here in case he decides to search us out when he is feeling stronger in a few hours. He won’t be able to find us here, unless we say his name, call him.”
They were on a tropical beach he had viewed with longing many times while in his icy prison. He watched and imagined the pale, hot, sand burning his feet, the sun radiating on his skin, the water a welcome, gentle coolness to his heated body. Because of its mountainous terrain and rocky coast, the island was uninhabited. It was far from other islands and, since only a small boat could navigate its waters, few humans came here. The air was warm and moist but comfortable. He figured he had somewhere between eight and twelve hours to complete the binding before Lemuel and the Guardians found him.
The moon was hidden so the stars were bright, glinting on the water. A perfect setting for what he planned.
Now to get on with his seduction.
“He can’t find us here,” Kari repeated his words in a soft slow voice.
He could tell she was tired from the night’s events and from the summoning spell.
“We are safe, and in one of the most beautiful places on Earth, don’t you think?”
Kari sat up in his lap and looked around. “Oh,” she said in a breathy voice.
He smiled down at the girl in his arms. Her lashes were heavy with tears, and the moisture caught a glint of light from the stars above. Her lips were red and swollen from crying. Soon they would be red from his kisses.
“It would have killed me, like they were killed, if you hadn’t—”
“Yes, but let’s not think of that. You are safe for now. You can rest.” He pulled her tight against him, and dropped his hands to her back, molding her softness against him.
“For now?” her voice took on a squeaky tone of panic. “You mean it will come after me again?”
Rahmiel gathered her tightly into his arms to soothe her and smiled over her shoulder as she snuggled into his embrace and tucked her face into his neck. She was moving toward his plan so predictably. Perfect.
He stroked her back with a slow, sensuous hand, lingering in the small of her back, gently massaging her skin. He felt her small movement, as she pressed herself into his hand. Unconsciously, perhaps, but it indicated a passionate nature. He would enjoy that. Even now his manhood was straining against the soft leggings he wore, twitching in pleasure every time she moved.
This was all turning out so well.
Kari shivered and pressed closer to him. “Keep me safe,” she whispered, and her breath against his neck made him shiver. “I keep thinking about that bony hand sticking out of me.”
“I’ll keep you safe,” he assured her, stroking her long silky hair from crown down to her tiny waist and a little farther.
“You will kill it when it comes for me again?” Now he could feel her lips brush against his neck as she spoke, and tiny thrills ran through him.
“I will fight it. I’m not sure I can kill it, but I have defeated it before, and caused it to go into hiding, keeping people safe for many long years. I can keep you safe.”
She sighed and nuzzled her face deeper into the curve of his neck.
“There is another thing we can do,” he said softly.
“To keep me safe, you mean?”
“Yes.”
She sat back a bit and looked into his face. Her eyes were open wide, and he looked deep into the light green pools.
“It is a binding, a thing that Angels can do. It would make an energy shield wrap around you, and through you, inside you. One that the demon cannot penetrate.”
“So it couldn’t stick its hand through me?” Her eyes opened, wide and hopeful.
“Yes.” He bit his lip for a moment. “You are so thin now, I’m afraid even one slice from him might be too much for you. I don’t know if I can be quick enough.”
He dropped his eyes. He didn’t want to seem too eager. Best to go slow, let her think it was her idea.
“But can you do this?” Kari asked. “It sounds like just what I need to stay safe from
—that thing.”
“Oh, yes. But you may not want to do it. It requires us to perform the most intimate act between a man and a woman.”
Her cheeks turned bright pink. “You mean sex?”
“Yes.” He brushed her hair with slow sensual strokes and felt her shiver beneath his fingers. There was no doubt she was attracted to him. But then, most humans were attracted to Angeli. “Have you had sex before, little Kari? Have you given yourself to a man?”
“No,” she squeaked. “I know it’s odd for a girl my age, but I haven’t dated much.
I’ve never had a real boyfriend, and I didn’t want to do it with just anybody.”
She sounded a little defensive about being a virgin. How the world had changed.
“And then my dad died so I moved back home to keep Mom company. I had to commute to classes, but I stayed home with Mom every night. Then I had this dumb job, and I went to the Dieter’s Delight meetings—”
Rahmiel interrupted her with a chuckle. “It is good you are a virgin. It will make the binding extra strong, right from the start.”
“So, Angels can have sex with humans?”
“Yes. Our bodies are like humans, except for our wings. We are larger than most humans, too, but humans and Angels have often coupled in the past. We have Angelic powers that humans do not have, of course. That
is how we do the binding.”
“Oh,” she said again. There was a worried look in her eyes, and for just a moment he considered holding her and lulling her into compliance. True, it was a misuse of his Angelic powers, but the stakes were high here. He would do anything to stay out of the ice and the binding would keep her safe from Kaphawn. He wasn’t lying about that.
But she was nearly willing.
“May I kiss you, pretty Kari?” Perhaps touch would help her make the decision he wanted her to make. He knew she was attracted to him. She had to be willing.
“Okay,” she said, and gulped.
She was adorable. This was going to be wonderful. Her lips were full, red and luscious.
He pressed his lips to hers. Kissing hadn’t been all that popular back in his day, but he had kept up with trends from his icy prison. Sexuality was one of his favorite subjects. He knew people now tongued each other, so he pressed his tongue into her mouth.
She was still for a moment then her soft arms flew around his neck and pulled him closer with surprising strength. Her little tongue moved, and gave his thrusting one a long, slow lick. Then she sucked his tongue, hard.
Pleasure raged through him, straight to his cock. Every tugging suckle of her mouth made his breath hitch, and his muscles tighten. He pulled away to take a shaky breath.
This kissing is pleasant.
“You are exquisite,” he breathed, and she turned pink. “You wish to do this? I will make it good for you.” He paused for a moment just to look at her. He regretted the need to rush her into the binding. She deserved more, a courtship, but there was no time. “Afterward you will be safer.”
I should tell her how strong the binding is…but she must do it. It could scare her from it…
“Yes,” she whispered.
He swept her back into his arms. Everything he wanted—freedom, sex with a delicious girl—it was all in his grasp! He pressed his lips to hers again, determined to give her pleasure.
Perhaps it was the kissing. He loved the feel of her small tongue licking against his own, and her suckling made him squirm. Or perhaps it was the thousands of years in captivity, encased in ice, which was making him so out of control. But he distinctly had to fight the urge to toss her to the sand, rip her clothes off her soft little body, ram into her and grunt over her like a rutting animal.
He glanced at her through his lashes. Was it the girl? His last few lovers had been Angeli, exquisitely beautiful, with hard, toned bodies that could wear him out. Their times together had been a dance, sophisticated, pleasurable.
Nothing like this. His palms were wet, his heart was pounding and he could barely keep from whimpering like a youth with his first woman. And his cock. Kari kept shifting her legs, which was driving him insane, and he could feel moisture gathering at his slit already.
She bit her lip and pulled back to look at him, her expression a little uncertain.
Panic rushed through him. She couldn’t stop now. He gathered her tight and began to lick and kiss her neck and ears.
“May I take off your garments?” he asked after several more delicious kisses. “I can’t forget how beautiful you are…”
She ducked her head. “All right.”
He pulled her top over her head, struck by the truth of his words. She was lovely, all rounded curves and silky skin. She was tiny though, the size of a half grown Angeli child, and made him feel enormous.
But she was no child. Her breasts were full and round, and bounced in the most enticing way as he pulled her top up. The nipples crested high, and even in starlight he could see the hard tips.
Then her hands crept up to cover them. She was the first woman he’d ever been with who showed such shyness. The first virgin, too. He gently pulled her hands down, and ran his lips up and down her neck.
“Let me see, hmm? You are so lovely.” He nibbled on her ear and neck as his hand gently trailed down and cupped a firm breast. “You feel so good. Let me give you pleasure.”
His fingers found her nipple and he flicked it with feather light touches. Her arms crept up around his neck and they began to kiss again, while his fingers continued to caress her pink tips.
He gently eased her shoes and socks off and then slowly stood her up, not wanting to startle her out of her sensual state. He quickly pulled off the clothes he wore. Then with slow stroking motions he slid her leggings down, and lifted her back into his lap to finish pulling them off.
The scent of her arousal wafted up as her garments came off, and he breathed deep until he felt light headed.
Her bottom settled on his thigh, and he gasped. Her cream was abundant and felt warm and slick on his thigh. “So sweet,” he mumbled into her ear.
She pulled his head down, initiating a kiss for the first time. He moaned into her mouth and tried to show her with his lips and tongue how much he enjoyed her kiss.
They trapped his cock between their bodies, and he couldn’t keep himself from pressing it against her as they kissed.
He didn’t think he could last much longer, and he had to come inside her, up high in the air, for the binding to work.
He lowered her onto the sand and stretched out along side her. His lips and tongue drew a path across her breast, and a pink nipple thrust at him. He latched onto it, laving it with gusto, while he cupped her other breast in his hand and played.
She felt so good in his arms. Any woman would feel good, but there was something more about this girl. Rahmiel stroked her, easing his fingers lower every time, until his fingers grazed the tangle of curls between her legs.
He explored gently and she gasped.
“I will make you feel so good, sweet Kari,” he whispered. “Let me?”
She nodded.
He found her pleasure center right away, and rolled his fingers around it, circling until he heard her breath hitch. Then he slid one finger into her wet passage.
She was so tight. He was going to have to use Angeli power, or he would hurt her, because there was no time to do the sex play a man usually did with his virgin, preparing her night after night until she was ready to accept him. He had to have her tonight, before sunrise.
With his next kiss he infused her with Angeli power, to relax her yet keep her aroused. She might hurt afterward, but he couldn’t help that, not if he was going to do it in time. Her hands, which had been rubbing his chest and nipples, driving him crazy, went limp, and he could not wait. He rolled over her and spread her legs with his knees.
His cock found her wet slit, and he glided up and down, getting wet, and prodding her clit over and over. He felt her begin to tremble and strain against him. “You are ready for me,” he whispered.
He pushed into her in one swift move, and lifted them with a tremendous beat of his wings.
Her whole body tensed in his arms. “Rahmiel,” she cried.
“It is all right. We fly. It is the way of the binding. I will not drop you.” He bent low and kissed her again, swamping her with more power, trying to keep her from feeling pain.
With each thrust he beat his wings, drawing them higher into the starlit sky.
He was out of control. He knew it and tried to rein himself in.
“Rahmiel, I’m frightened.” Kari’s eyes were full of tears, and her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in from fear rather than passion.
“Ahh, Kari. I do not mean to frighten you. Or hurt you.” He slid her up his body, off his throbbing cock. “I am shamed at my lack of control.” He kissed away the tear on her cheeks. His wings found an air current and he followed it, trying to bring some calmness to them both. He kissed her and tried to infuse the kiss with his regret, and also with warmth, since the air was getting cooler.
“You are trembling,” she whispered, her eyes searching his face.
He smiled a little. “It was hard to stop.” One hand stroked her hair away from her face. “But I do not want to be an animal. I want it to be pleasurable for you.”
“I like the kisses,” she sa
id, and pressed her soft lips around his mouth in tiny kisses. With a groan, he pulled her face closer, his tongue thrusting in.
He pulled her legs, one at a time, around him, holding her tight to his chest with his other arm so she would feel safe. The head of his organ found her small nub. He circled it with firm pressure hoping she would find the motion pleasurable, hoping they could continue their coupling. Hoping he wouldn’t find his release before he was back inside her.
She gasped and her hips moved with him, pressing her sensitive flesh against him.
Her pink lips opened as she strained against him, breathing hard, and then he felt her release, a long, undulating movement against the head of his cock.
He couldn’t keep himself from sliding her back down onto his cock. He was practically shaking to get her there. She kissed his chest, his nipples and made little crooning sounds of comfort, which was ridiculous, since she was the one who needed comfort.
Then he was thrusting in her tight passage, but he managed to make them shallow, gentle thrusts. Soon that was not enough and he forgot to be gentle. His wings instinctively beat, thrusting them higher to where the air became thin and cold.
Her arms and legs suddenly tightened around him. “I’m not frightened now,“ she gasped.
He took a deep ragged breath. “Come, sweet Kari. Let it happen again,” he cried in a hoarse voice. Then she was pulsing around him, and he was plunging inside her as his powerful wings thrashed and beat them higher into the night sky, until the ecstasy of release stunned him, and his wings folded tight to his body.
Down they fell, plunging to the sea in a spiral, twisting, and he shouted the sacred words of the binding rune:
“I invoke, tonight, at this fateful hour
And call the firmament with its power
And stars with their brightness
And air with its lightness
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