Divine Fornication (The Complete Collection)

by Aimelie Aames

  Then she felt a turning in the air, her weight shifting as the angel changed his position. It was as though he posed his back upon the cloud that had been at his feet, and Claire was then on top of him, his body solid beneath her, his arms sure and his wings shielding her from all harm.

  She reached behind herself, her hand trailing back and along his rippled torso to find muscular thighs. From there she found his member and it was firm and warm in her hand.

  Claire held him then caressed his velvety skin, feeling it move under her touch as his cock lifted up rigid and proud in her grasp.

  She was gratified to see that his tears had dried while a smile played upon his mouth.

  "Are you sure this is what you want, Claire?" he asked suddenly, the smile fading from his face.

  She released him and took a moment to think. The poison of the vampires seemed to be still for the moment. The wolf bite was calm and the savage lust that came with it had quieted as well.

  With a start, she was reminded of the moment that now felt like years in the past when the Messenger had once before asked her if she chose freely, if it was, indeed, her choice.

  "So much has happened to me. I believe you know this..." she said, thinking of the moments when gold flashed in her vision as recent events had spun themselves out before her, "...but, right now, in this very instant, it's just you and me. And, I know exactly what I want."

  She bent over him to capture his mouth with her own once more and taste again his soft lips.

  He answered her, his kiss lingering yet firm while his hands went to her hips, his palms hot upon her skin.

  Claire could feel the desire in his touch and the gentle pressure in his fingers, asking her without words to guide him inside her.

  Instead, she pulled back from his lovely mouth and carefully pivoted upon his body, reversing her position. In this way, she had his legs stretched out before her with her knees resting upon the safety of his wings. But, what held her attention more than anything else was the angel's cock standing fully erect before her.

  He was large and long, the head round and fully visible. Down its length, her eyes followed to the golden curls between his legs. She slipped her hands along his abdomen, trailing her fingers lightly along his skin. The hair she found there was not the coarse hair, nearly animal in nature, of a common man. Rather, the touch of it was soft like silk, with none of the wiriness she might have expected.

  Claire eased her fingers through it to come to his cock. It appeared to move slowly, rhythmically, as if the angel's heartbeat was visible through his erection.

  She ran a single finger up its length and felt the angel shudder under her as she did. Then she bent down, knowing full well that she exposed herself fully to him as she did, even if his blindness kept her brash movements hidden from his regard.

  Claire pursed her lips and blew gently upon his cock's head. She then did the same down his length, never allowing her lips to touch him. Only feather soft breath, warm and humid, passed between them.

  Malakh sighed and said, "Claire...your torture is exquisite. But, you should know that while my sight is gone, I have other senses at my disposal. And, that I can play this game just as well."

  She smiled, hearing his gentle voice, then her breath caught as she felt warmth slipping between her thighs. It was the breath of an angel and soft as the finest silk, it found her and wafted across the lips of her pussy.

  Claire exhaled with a quiet moan, then said, "Ok...so, follow me, angel."

  She bent once more to him and slipped her tongue down his shaft. He tasted clean and fresh, while his cock radiated with heat and desire.

  With almost no pause, Claire felt him move under her, settling her bottom back further upon his chest, and then his tongue lapped across her in a single, long stroke.

  Her hips flexed with it and she could feel her juices flowing thick.

  Delighted with their game, Claire took his head into her mouth. She closed her lips around the rounded end and played her tongue across his tip. The taste of him was slippery as she rolled around his tip and felt the small muscles of his torso jerk in response.

  Then, it was his turn as he nuzzled more fully into her cunt. His mouth found the kernel that had risen within her lips and ever so slowly took her into his mouth. Gently he held her in his soft lips, and then with an exquisite languor, he ran his tongue down her short length, lifting up and away just at the end, sparing her the pain of direct contact coming too soon.

  Except that Claire wanted it. She wanted him to take her fully into his mouth and drive her over the edge.

  His cock was shining as she looked down, the pink color darkening as his excitement grew. With a smile, she descended upon him, and slipped his full length into her mouth. Claire felt and heard him as he gasped, then his mouth went to her, as well.

  Willing mouths played upon one another. Smiling mouths teased with wet tongues until they could no longer focus, both of them losing themselves as they pleasured one another.

  Claire could take it no more as she pulled back from him and, with regret, pulled her hips away from his talented mouth.

  With care, she turned herself around upon his body as his wings curled around her, steadying her as she moved.

  "This is what I need, Malakh...right now," she said, then pushed herself down onto his crotch, his cock slipping inside her as she sighed in satisfaction.

  Together, they moved, slowly at first, then gaining in intensity as sweat shined upon both their bodies. His, golden and unblemished; hers, bruised and battered, and all too human.

  Claire felt the familiar tension begin to tighten in her guts. The same tension that had been drawn out of her time and time again with no release, leaving her blazing in desire, tortured in frustration.

  But, her angel showed no sign of abandoning her as he thrust steadily inside her.

  He must have felt her, then, tightening around his member, because his hands lifted up from her thighs to find her nipples. With expert fingers, he held them, then pinched them ever so gently as Claire cried out.

  The clock spring wound in tighter and tighter as she panted, desperate for release. Malakh's hands were on her breasts, kneading them and stroking her nipples. Claire panted as her breathing quickened and grew shallow. The muscles at the insides of her thighs trembled as she drove herself down hard against the angel's pelvis, grinding herself against him each time she came down.

  Then, she felt it. The quivering deep inside as the tension grew to a burning point. With the sensation that she was about to explode, to lose complete control, she gave herself over to the moment.

  The wave crested, higher and higher, and then with a scream of joy and passion, the wave broke as Claire shuddered, driving herself down as tightly as she could onto the angel's cock.

  Her insides wrenched in a delicious rolling sensation. Her muscles jerked in hard, then fluttered back out again, before seizing in tight once more.

  Claire's nipples went rock hard in Malakh's fingers and her body broke into gooseflesh as the orgasm filled her from the inside and out to the very surface of her body.

  She opened her eyes, feeling the tears that coursed down her cheeks, and still pleasure had its way with her. His eyes remained misted over, yet Malakh appeared to be looking at her, his lovely lips smiling for her pleasure.

  But, Claire was not done and even though the delight she felt threatened to turn to pain, she resumed her rhythm upon the angel's cock.

  Soon, Malakh's smile began to dissolve as she rode him. His unlined face turned serious. His brows drew together in almost a frown as Claire felt him lifting up inside her, growing harder, fuller.

  Then, she felt him jerk, deep inside her pussy. She watched his face as emotions played across his visage. Deeply concentrated, so focused, then a second spasm rocked through him and his face tipped over to a smile.

  He blew into her hard, his muscles clenching in tight, and it felt to Claire as though she rode a champion stallion, sleek ski
n rippling as it ran.

  The Messenger came into her, over and over, pumping into her, and Claire felt her own tension coming back as his pleasure washed through her like a wave.

  A second orgasm took her. Gentler than the first, her cunt fluttered like a butterfly around his heaving member, and then the two of them fell together, entangled in arms and legs as they embraced with joy and delight of one another.

  After a certain while, with the woman and angel rolling gently through the clouds, his great wings cradling her while they slipped through air that smelled newborn, untouched and pure, the Messenger spoke.

  "Oh, would that I might spend eternity this way, Claire. Forever in your embrace."

  Then, his tone took a darker turn as he said, "But, I must go to my brothers and speak to them. It will be difficult, but words must be spoken.

  "Will you accompany me?"

  Claire kissed the tip of his nose, then said, "I won't leave you, Malakh. Not now...not anymore."

  He nodded, his visage grave, and together, they made the slow descent.

  Claire saw Daniel first. He had resumed his gigantic size, a colossus that was to all appearances a magnificently rendered sculpture in pure white stone. An appearance that was abruptly shattered as he looked skyward, lifting an enormous hand to shield his eyes.

  A short distance away stood Kabiel and Galgallin, nearly nose to nose as words she could not hear flew between them like poison darts.

  And, to finish the triangle of conflict that they made upon the ground below, Clash paced back and forth. He was in half wolf form and his fur was shining with highlights of red that reminded Claire of a woods fox. As a man, he stood tall and lean, and while his mouth held redoubtable fangs, she knew that he was capable of tenderness in his own way.

  With no fear, Malakh brought them to the center of the triangle and gently released Claire as he spoke.

  "Brothers. My kin. I have to come to have words with you, if you will but listen."

  Claire saw Daniel flinch as he heard the Messenger speak. Kabiel and Galgallin stopped their argument, while Clash stood still, his ears pricked up.

  "You among whom I have wrought violence and destruction during millennia. You must listen to me now and come to understand that it is finished."

  The angel turned his blind eyes to the Seraph, then to the Nephilim, and even to the werewolf, imploring them all with his misted gaze to heed him.

  "Never has it been my intention to bring nothing but destruction with my coming. I am as lost as any of you. I have no contact with our creator, nor knowledge of any power beyond that of our own.

  "I drift purposeless until your own expectations call to me and fill me. I have been but a vessel, an empty carafe that your own beliefs have filled with the killing stroke of my glaive.

  "Until now."

  Malakh turned to nod at Claire, then continued, "In a rare moment of clarity, I gave my sight to a blind woman. Not to enable her to see us. No, that was a singular gift she already possessed and beyond any power of mine to bestow.

  "Rather, I wished to make amends for the harm I had caused her and so gave her back her sight of the physical world even if it cost me my own."

  The Ophanim and the vampire lord stepped toward their brother. One face filling with stern sympathy, the other twisted in suspicion as they listened to the Messenger speak.

  "Not expecting it, I was given brief glimpses of all of you through Claire's eyes. Through her, I have come to understand you and what drives you. And thanks to her, I have shrugged off the yoke of endless violence that you yourselves have engendered in me. My understanding leads me to love, brothers, and away from a judgment that has lost its meaning along the way."

  The angel now spoke directly to Claire, as if the others had ceased to have meaning for him.

  "So it is that my sole reason for existence has been pulled away. I am without meaning.

  "But, Claire, if you will consent, I would ask you to be my purpose. I would ask you to fill me and make me whole, and in return I will do that which horrifies me to no end. The one thing that will rid you of the powers that vie for your soul."

  The light breeze that wafted through the clearing fell still. The melody of songbirds among the surrounding trees was silenced. It was as though the universe itself lent an ear to hear what was said.

  Claire hesitated. In the Messenger's question, she had heard the question he had not asked. She knew that she could not be cured. She had been told as much over and over.

  Closing her eyes, Claire looked at them with the vision that saw all. The bright, shining candle flame of Clash the shapeshifter. His light was warm, comforting. There was Kabiel, the dark angel upon whose shoulders burned black flames and whose dark wings rose like a cloak of kings upon his back. Daniel, the first spawn of angels and women, burned in darkness, like his father, but was without wings, his ancient heart in accordance with his own humility. The Ophanim stood silently, blazing in bright fire, his great wheels turning about him like the gears of heaven.

  But, before them all, she saw the Messenger and he shined only with the love he had for her.

  Her words were quiet, but they were heard by all.

  "Will it hurt?" she asked, her face tilted up to look at Malakh.

  His blind eyes seemed to look at her, then he said, "Never...never would I knowingly hurt you, my Love."

  Claire nodded, then said, "And you won't let me fall?"

  "Never again, Claire."

  In a small voice, she replied, "Then, I trust you...ok." And, she bowed her head.

  Daniel burst into motion, a giant arm reaching out while his face stretched in infinite sadness. Without truly understanding, Clash leapt toward the Messenger, snarling in fury. The Seraph stood where they were, both of them scowling at the inevitable.

  But the Messenger was faster than all of them. In a shining arc, his blade cut the air and a curtain of darkness fell, a deafening silence in its wake, and Claire knew no more.

  There were large hands, gentle and warm. There was the smiling face of her mother, so young and with tears in her eyes.

  Her father held her, rocking her while he sang.

  There was a birthday party and cake with too few candles.

  A screeching crash, twisted metal roaring into life.

  Then darkness.

  Then stunned revelation as Claire saw the rest of her years spooling out before her in vivid colors. She watched in calm astonishment as the scenes of her life in blindness played out before her from every angle.

  Her time in the school for the handicapped. Angry frustration turning over to burning determination. Utter loneliness giving way to firm resignation.

  She saw Mrs. Muguet, the irritating neighbor lady, for the first time, and felt sadness as a young woman with a white cane tried to avoid her and an old woman's honest sympathy.

  Claire saw darkness as an elevator swallowed her whole and monsters rose to carry her away.

  Then she knew darkness once more. Infinite quiet caressed her and all worry fluttered away like tattered trails of smoke only to be lost in the void.

  She floated for a time, and in time, it began to feel like waiting.

  And in waiting, she learned that she accepted it all, whatever it was.

  Then, the tiniest pinpoint of light appeared. At first so tiny Claire did not believe it, until it slowly grew and finally burst into a conflagration that called out to her, its eternal invitation birthing a profound desire within Claire's being to go to it. To go to the light.

  But before she could make any effort toward the beacon in the darkness, a voice spoke, cutting through the nothingness, obscuring the light that called to her.

  "Do you love him, Claire Sawyer?"

  The sound of those words echoed with majesty in the darkness, but Claire was not awed nor did she hesitate with her reply.

  "Yes, I love him. I have always loved him." It was a simple statement, as evident as any truth she had ever known.

  "Would
you spend all eternity at his side and renounce returning to the light and all the lost souls who have passed within, renounce to ever seeing your parents again, for the sake of him?"

  Again, Claire did not need to weigh her words before she spoke them.

  "Yes, the love I have for him is all that matters."

  "Then, so shall it be," said the voice with the sound of thunder and stars.

  Daniel was seated upon the ground and in his great hands he cradled something. Gently, his fingers combed through long flowing hair. His beautiful features were turned skyward and in agony his eyes beseeched the heavens.

  Clash stood still, looking about him. All violence had evaporated, his fury gone. And then, with a last glance at the body lying headless on the ground, he took in a great breath, tilting his head back to unleash a howl of mourning that echoed through the forest.

  The Messenger was on his knees. He held his hands before him and his fingers were laced in deep lacerations. On the ground before him, blood pattered down to land upon the broken blade lying there.

  Malakh hung his head and his tears came to join the blood that fell.

  A soft hand came to rest upon his shoulder. A hand that was suffused in golden light.

  Then, she stepped around him, her form glowing and adorned with widespread wings that shined in white purity.

  Incredulous eyes turned to her, but it was the Messenger's chin that she took in a gentle grasp as she tipped his face up to look at her.

  Dark eyes, their sight restored, saw her and only her, unflinching under her gaze.

  "I was given a choice, Malakh. Finally, no one else was making the decisions for me and everything was up to me."

  "And how did you choose, Claire?" he asked.

  "Why I chose to be with you...my Love."

  In gentle susurration, two pairs of wings beat softly in the air and bore them skyward.

  And, the sword of the Messenger was left behind him, broken and unneeded, for he was now accompanied by his own Guardian Angel forever more.