He held my hands behind my back, and I felt they bondage of his love while he sucked nectar from my body. I leaned back and worked his pants down around his thighs so I could have a hold on his cock. In no time at all, my hands were wrapped firmly around his huge hard cock.
It was difficult for me to focus on jerking him off, but I don’t think he minded at all. He dug his face into me even stronger, and then flipped me backward onto my back. His hands grabbed one another around my abdomen, and I felt his muscles pin me to the couch while he at me out.
“You taste so incredible,” he whispered, before leaning upward to kiss me on the lips.
I felt his cock enter me, and tasted my cunt on his tongue.
He and I began to fuck then, and I stared into his eyes while he handled my body. His fingers grabbed a hold of my hair, and clutched down toward the surface of my skull. He was holding me in thrall, and kissing me all the while.
To feel the length of his shaft move in and out from my pussy was electrifying. His other hand guided my hips, into him, but I was so eager, I had a hard time withholding my own eager thrusts. We pushed into one another like we were trying to start a fire between our two bodies. His lips were less than an inch away from mine the whole time. Our breath was hot and sweet while we fucked.
When his right hand began to work my clit, I started moaning loudly into his face. I clung to his neck, and he held me close with his left hand around my body.
We switched positions, so he could have easier access to my clit, and push deeper into my body. His lips found my breast, while he fucked me from behind. We spooned and kissed one another, feeling the peace of finally coming together once more. I loved the feeling of being pushed around by him. To have him put me in just the right position to ravish me, felt incredible.
My breasts moved around in circles while he fucked me, and then, as an orgasm began to build in my body, he held me closer. My hips began to twitch spasmodically, and my whole body moved forward through contractions. I moaned, louder and louder still. His fingers found my clit, and he whispered his love into my ear.
“I have missed you, so much, and tonight, I’m going to make you mine. Do you understand…?”
“Mmhmm…” I moaned.
“Mine…”
I came for him, then and there,
My lips opened up and a pool of nectar came out form inside of me, soaking into the mattress.
I remember the way his fingers dug into my breasts, and the way his lips latched onto mine. He wanted the power of the orgasm to be offered up to him, and I committed. I felt a sense of soft, peace in the afterglow. He held me and I felt his cock up against me from behind. One orgasm had passed, and the next was on its way.
My hips worked into him in a silent plea for him to fuck me again, but instead, he held me and we kissed.
I brought my hand up to his hair once more, and sucked on his upper lip. Then, without warning, he hefted my leg up into the air once more and began to rail me with his cock. His hand braced my abdomen, and I began to lose myself in movement once more as I drove my hips into him. The second orgasm came on more quickly than the last. He spanked my clit, three times, and I felt shocks of ecstasy pass through me each time. Then, he lowered himself so that his head was between my legs once more, and began to lick me.
Spit dropped from his lips, and onto the head of his dick. Then he pushed his cock inside of me once more. My legs were both up, close to my chest, and his hand was wrapped around the back of my neck. I remember feeling like my entire body was being rocked, while he pushed himself into me. His hands grasped greedily at my breasts, and I felt him scratch his fingertips down the front of my body.
When he had enough of fucking me like that, he pulled me up onto him and I rode his cock while sitting in his lap. He pushed his hands into the base of my spine and made me grind my hips up against him. I felt his hands rake down the length of my back. While I bobbed up and down the entire length of his cock, we kissed, and stared into each other’s eyes.
He slapped my ass, and I leaned forward over him, so that I was hunched over his body. He held me close, and drove his cock into me. I received him, feeling that beautiful friction spread through my entire body. I licked his face, and felt our bare chests rub against one another.
He slowed, and we kissed each other again.
“You’re incredible…” I whispered, staring into his eyes eagerly while I rode on top of the head of his cock. My mouth was open, and his hand held tightly on my hair. I couldn’t believe how much pleasure I was getting out of him, and what’s more, how connected he was during the entire thing.
The last time we had fucked, it was brutal, raw, and animalistic. This time, I really felt the sense that we were together in this. He was giving himself to me in such an incredible connection. I couldn’t help myself, I was a slave to his love.
He flipped me around, and then dug his face into me once more. I felt him eat me out and then lift me up. Once more, he was fucking me, though this time, it was from behind. He was a stag, and my pleasure was his only goal. I could tell he was servicing me, and while I was pushed toward yet another climax, he rubbed my clit and held onto my heart.
The sound that the two of us were creating were so loud, they had to have been heard throughout the entire house. we were shaking the walls, and the furniture. He was building me up and commanding me with his body. I reached my hand down and cupped his testicles with my hand. He was hot, and I knew he would cum soon. While he fucked me, and drove toward his own climax, we kissed, and I smiled.
“I’m so sorry that I was afraid,” he said. “I want you to know, I’m not afraid any more.”
“Oh God!” I cried out. “Just keep fucking….”
He obeyed my command, and flipped me around once more. I wrapped my legs around him, and he pushed some cushions down onto the floor. When there was a space for me, he laid me out on the ground, and held the soles of my feet to his chest. I stared up at him in admiration while he finished me off. Once I had cum again, he shot his load up onto my chest.
After he came, he rubbed the head of his cock on my clit, and then plunged into me once more. It only took a few more thrusts for me to rise my back up in orgasmic shock. He leaned in and kissed me, catching some of his own cum on his lips. He laughed, and wiped his mouth clear, and then kissed me again, deeper, and just as intently as any of the kisses we had during our fuck session.
“Your passion…” I said, breathless.
“Your love,” he replied.
He held our two bodies together, and I felt the warmth of cum and sweat between us. We had become a dancing fire of God’s beauty, and we didn’t need to feel one iota of shame.
“So that’s what love feels like…” I whispered, staring at the ceiling over our heads.
The room was destroyed, and the stains of our love were everywhere. Still, it must have been worth it for Eli.
The Saviors had indeed ‘kissed and made up.’
41
Roma
The next morning, Eli found the two of us bound together in each other’s arms. We were a mess of tangled sheets and sweat stains; all evidence of love and physicality. Eli was offering us food. Initially, I was a little embarrassed. For the first time, I wondered exactly how much of our fuck session he had heard. Then I remembered that it had been Eli that had shut the two of us up inside of the room in the first place. In the end, curiosity and hunger won out over embarrassment.
After all, Eli had a lot of explaining to do.
The three of us made our way toward the kitchen. The rest of the house bore a striking resemblance to a mixture between a hoarder house, and an antique weapons manufacturer. I can’t even begin to explain the strange and eccentric weapons that I found on site there. It looked like a rat with an affection toward instruments of destruction had set up shop inside of that home. I looked over Eli while he served the two of us eggs, and couldn’t resist the implicit question.
“If you’re the onl
y person in the house, then how do you plan to use all of these weapons?”
He smiled, and shifted my focus using a diverting story.
“Friar Sean, told me once of an angel,” he began. “There would be a guardian angel who knew a girl. The young girl would grow up to be a spectacular woman. Her life would be hard, and her mother would be too hard on her. The young girl would be pushed to do things that she didn’t want to do. In the end, the girl would grow resentful.”
I sat quietly, drinking my coffee and munching on a scone. As I continued to eat my breakfast, the story continued as well.
“The Guardian Angel grew to love that girl a little too much. She believed that there was a lack of detail paid toward the cosmic balances of right and wrong. The angel believed that her estimation of that which was good, extended beyond right and wrong. In the mind of the angel, there was no reason why this young girl, whom she loved so much, should be made to suffer so deeply.”
My eyes relaxed, as I watched the scenes being described by Eli unfold in front of my vision. I was able to see the young girl with startling clarity. I was also able to see the angel. Lara, as I assumed the story was about, was a beautiful figure. What impressed me even more so was that her beauty and magnetism radiated from within this vision I held of her loveliness.
Within my very mind, I wanted the girl to be loved, as the angel wanted the girl to be loved. I identified with both parties, and felt the self-righteous anger grow within me, in recognition of all of the unjust experiences I had seen throughout the course of my own life.
“When the guardian angel was told of the young girl’s fate,” Eli continued, “She lost her composure completely. The young girl was due to die an early death — and a horrible one at that. Pain. Separation. A complete betrayal between the soul and the body. That little girl was made to endure things that no man should be made to endure. The angel took these transgressions seriously, and used them as the catalyst for her own rebellion.”
I stared down at the eggs on my plate, and suddenly lost all of my appetite. It was really too bad, because we had worked off a fair amount of calories the night before. I needed all of the nutrition I could get in order to regain my strength, but it’s difficult to maintain an appetite when you are listening to an account of gross injustice.
“The angel gathered forces and waged a war in heaven. She used magic to close the gates, cutting off the energy that would be used to force that girl’s fate. Her plan was both deviant and brilliant, but two things happened:
As one of the laws of physics dictates, the psychic energy directed from heaven must be directed somewhere. The Angel thought she had hatched a clever scheme to prevent the divine agency of heaven from achieving its own purposes. However, the universe works in mysterious ways. The angel unwittingly ended up redirecting the energy of heaven in order to fortify that girl’s life.
The second unknown variable within this larger and entirely chaotic equation was a special agent that God managed to dispatch before the gates of heaven closed. Set apart from the main battle, a lone seeker was voluntarily cast down into the earth in order to protect the girl — because God is merciful, and God is good.”
Eli finished his summary and promptly lifted his steaming cup of coffee to his mouth. I watched him purse his lips and take a sip of the beverage, then place the cup back down on the wooden table. He was delivering a sermon, and Matias and I were his captive audience.
“Any guesses as to who those three are?” Eli offered, though the question was purely academic.
No food could be appealing, and no coffee could possibly settle in my stomach. I looked over at Matias, and thought about our fated journeys together. I thought about how we had been magnetically pulled into one another’s orbit, and how it seemed impossible for us to separate. There had to be something about our relationship that was profoundly energetic. The fact that we were karmically linked in some larger scheme was incredible. The fact that this larger scheme was hatched by a fallen angel — out of love… Well, that was something else entirely.
“The change in energetic flow has separated them from their initial momentum,” Eli continued. “While the guardian angel wanted you to live, now that you defy her, as God has defied her, she and her number have grown angry. They want the energy which has cloistered itself within your body.”
He paused, and then leveled a look of sobriety toward the two of us. Matias drew the necessary conclusion.
“They want the power of heaven for themselves,” he exclaimed, all things becoming clear in his mind.
Suddenly, I realized what my role in this cosmic drama had been. The cobwebs over my vision were beginning to clear.
“You were the star I saw that night,” I exclaimed, looking at Matias. “It was you, wasn’t it?”
I kissed him, and held tightly onto his hand.
“I believe!” I said excitedly, now understanding the larger picture. “Even in spite of the darkness, I have faith…”
“We still have each other!” Matias affirmed, grabbing our hands with his own enthusiastic grip. “I swear, I’ll save you Roma. By the light within me, I will not let you be killed, even if every creature of Hell rises up to kill you.”
Eli sniffed, and his expression grew dark.
“They will…” he said, shaking his head. They will…”
42
Roma
The house was already littered with supplies, yet somehow there was a sense of unpreparedness to the whole thing. Eli disappeared into the chaos, leaving Matias and I at the table. I managed to choke down the eggs, along with some stale bread. Matias gave me a firm pat on the shoulder, and then went off to lend Eli a hand. Turns out being the chosen one doesn’t necessarily mean that you get to enjoy your breakfast.
I sat by myself, staring at a strange collection of unlabeled bottles above the kitchen stove. I was just about to uncork one of them, when Eli emerged from the depths of the house once more and halted my curiosity.
“Don’t!” he exclaimed, nearly out of breath from the effort, “Touch that…”
He set down a bag of supplies onto the kitchen table. Stale scones rolled out onto the floor, and the bag which he had set down spilled some of its contents out onto the table. He rushed over to grab the vial from my grasp, and then stashed seven or so other bottles of a similar size and quality into his various coat pockets.
“I was…” he paused, “Doing a series of experiments with the exorcism of internal demons by the use of holy water. As it turns out, I had only come down with a severe case of indigestion, but the holy water was specially ordered from a sanctuary in Italy. If you violate the seal, the spirits of the water will evaporate into the air, rendering the water useless — that is, of course unless there are demons in the air… but I don’t believe that is the case…”
“How do you know where they are?” I asked, trying to shift the subject to a more pleasant point of discussion.
“The demons can track you,” he offered caustically. “Thought you would have figured that much out by now. We have to get gone.”
“Fine by me,” I replied. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere they won’t be able to find you,” he replied. “Good has energy, but so does bad. They’re finding you because that symbol on your chest lets them track your energy.”
“In spite of what you may think about your cries of passion last night, your energy, is essentially the only “Good” energy left within the world. All of the power of God has become concentrated within yourself and Matias.”
He opened his coat so I could see the grenades of holy water that he had stashed away in there.
“Of course,” he continued, “I’ve got a bit to draw on myself, but that’s not enough to withstand a full frontal assault. That’s why we need to get low.”
“Low…?” I asked, still not understanding what he was implying.
“Since you and Matias are the only vectors for “Good” energy in the world, it’s not that
difficult to find you. As a result, we need you get you to be a bit naughty… “
My shoulders dropped, and I blushed a deep crimson color.
“Don’t be shy about it. Besides, it doesn’t have to be all you. We just need to get you into a place with enough bad energy to muddle the signal. In short, we have to get you to the epicenter of sin.”
He smiled, and offered me a wink.
“We’re going to Vegas, baby.”
As it turned out, a pal of Eli’s had given him permission to use one of the planes at the local airfield. We didn’t have to travel too far, and the friend was willing enough to not ask any questions. Eli footed the bill, and the small plane took off and landed without any problem.
I was delighted.
After landing, Eli turned to me, and offered me our battle plan.
“We’ll have to work on channeling your energy if we’re going to get anywhere. The way the prophecy goes, refocusing your energy is the only way to reopen the gates. However, in order to do that, you and I will need some time apart from a perpetual onslaught of demons in order to train.
Eli made a wide gesture toward the downtown strip, and then made his conclusion.
“Therefore, first you’ve got to get your energy lost here.”
He winked.
“Time to have some fun.”
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Roma
I’m not sure if you’re aware of the mis-adventuring and sinful allure of Vegas, but I assure you it is every bit as bad as it sounds. I will spare you the details of our adventure. Suffice to say that the two of us started off amiably walking down the strip, and by the end of the night, we were taking whisky shots out of a stripper’s asshole.
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