by Meg Xuemei X
The hordes tried to retreat, but my battered fleet cut off their escape.
A few ships landed, the warriors itching for ground combat.
Ephraim and Gabriel and his crew, who fought with the Mysthians and Dragonian, regrouped and fought beside us.
The Mysthian elite guards surrounded their empress, their defensive position used as an offensive weapon to protect their leader and advance upon their enemy.
Storm and lightning and fire surged to the front line, sweeping away our enemies like pine needles.
I kissed Rose. “We’re done here, baby. Our soldiers can clean up the mess.”
Her face flamed and her eyes sparkled. “Take me to the Tree House.”
I hefted her up into my arms and flew toward the House at maximum speed.
EMPRESS ROSE FAYLINN
Seth nudged his cock against my entrance, but then halted to stare at my bare sex rather than take further action.
I hissed since I wanted to have every inch of his heavy shaft inside me, but he pulled the crown up to circle my swollen clitoris. It shivered in pleasure. The angel let out a wicked chuckle and spanked the peak of my clit with his hard cock.
A gasp left my throat.
“I want you inside me now!” I demanded. “No more foreplay. No more stalling, angel!”
He chuckled.
His eyes were heavy-lidded and hooded. He wanted to fuck me badly. I swayed my hips to break the last of his resistance.
My male growled. He slid his cock back down to my heated channel and rubbed it up and down my folds. His every carnal touch was like fire licking my skin, sending pleasure to my nerve endings.
I was so wet for him, my petals uncurled in desperate invitation. Yet Seth still wouldn't enter me, preferring to play with the opening of my narrow slit.
I read his intentions.
My male wanted to do so many wicked, erotic things to me all at once that he couldn’t decide what should go first. Well, I could decide for him. Before he tasted me with his tongue and teeth, I thrust forward and took his length inside me hard. Then I forcefully wrapped my legs around his back, refusing to let him pull out and not caring that I had trapped his feathers beneath.
He rasped, feral lust distorting his face. “Is that what you want, Rose? To play hard?”
“What are you going to do about it?” I said defiantly.
He slammed inside me, up to the hilt, then withdrew and drove back in leisurely. “I’ll go slow,” he said, moving inside me with long strokes. “We have all the time in the world.”
I disagreed. The ache inside me demanded a hard, quick release.
I lifted my hips to push forward, grinding against him, but my male’s large hand pressed on my belly to pin me in place as he kept thrusting at his intended, tortuous pace. He pulled his cock out a couple inches, then slid back in torturously slow. His crown rubbed my inside walls sensually, but I wanted the raw act of flesh slapping flesh, fast and furious. I wanted those sultry sounds in my ear.
“Just fuck me as hard as you can,” I said, struggling to raise my hips again to get his cock deeper inside me, to calm the lust in me.
“We’re on the rooftop of the Tree House, eroma,” he reminded me. “And I’ve already fucked you a few times.”
“I don’t care,” I said. “If you don’t fuck me hard enough, I’ll explode!”
He removed my legs from around his back, grabbed my calves, and bent my knees against my chest. With his cock still buried deep inside me, he crouched forward with one knee beside my hip and his hands on either side of my head.
The angel plunged his cock down, then up an inch, then down. It went so deep inside me it forced my inner walls to clench it and milk it.
A primal, guttural sound rattled from the mighty angel’s chest.
When he drilled down, he bent his head and pulled my tit into his mouth. He bit it lightly and I screamed at the overwhelming sensation.
He raised his head, let go of my hardened, swollen nipple, and watched our perfectly locked flesh. The angel adapted to short thrusts, going faster and faster.
“Yes, angel,” I panted, “that’s exactly what I want.”
My breasts bounced at his rapid movements. My whole body vibrated in erotic praise.
He thrust in me relentlessly, his firm muscles rippling with power. It was pure fucking and dominance, and I loved it completely. I was his female. I always wanted to be fucked like this.
His glossy wings spread to their full, glorious length and propelled forward, in sync with each stroke. They blotted the moon and cast shadows on me while the starlight perched on them. I moved up to touch the stars on their hard ridges.
He gasped at the intensely intimate pleasure, his silver eyes flashing brightly. He pushed me back onto the rooftop. His wings came around, caressing my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts. I moaned breathlessly.
His cock, as hard as a steel rod, filled me. He pounded me again and again. I writhed, wanting it to go on forever. All the sounds in the world vanished, except for the slapping sound of coupling, primal and exciting and beautiful.
The coming climax rocked the entirety of my being. My body jerked and shuddered, yet the angel still crouched above me, pumping hot seed into me. As he came, his cock grew even harder and larger, which undid me once again.
I bit my lip to stop my roar. Seth had cloaked us, but my people might hear me if I sounded too loud. I was the Empress of Mysth, their role model. I was supposed to be modest, not the wild feline I became with my eternal mate.
And we weren’t inside the Tree House but on its rooftop.
Why weren’t we inside the house where we could fuck and scream as hard as we wanted?
Because the Forbidden Glory had taken the Tree House as its residence and Earth Goddess was his most frequent visitor. She could shift into any form.
So even though Seth and I were the only ones who could pass the magic ward, the Tree House was no longer our private space. Who would want those all-powerful beings as our audience while we mated frenetically? The rooftop, however, was no one’s territory, and so we claimed this spot for ourselves.
Before the last wave of my orgasm receded, my mate pulled out his cock. Just when I was about to bark a fierce protest, he flipped me around and had me face down, kneeling on all fours. He lifted my hips higher, and posed the silky, hard head of his cock against my needing, aching entrance.
I swayed my hips to urge him on. Even after such a climax, the throbbing between my thighs hadn’t eased.
“Still not enough, baby?” he asked, as if the feral lust hadn't hit him hard. “Let’s see how you take it.”
I whimpered at the promise and knew he could always deliver. Angels were such a ravenous, savage species.
Seth moved inside me like the windstorm. I slammed my hips against him as his lunging grew wild.
Our frenzied sex had been going on for three days after we won the war.
Except for Seth’s Fallen army, Earth was devoid of angels. The Dragonian had recaptured their old capital and poured their energy into rebuilding Atlantis since my last firestorm had done great damage to the city.
Earth had peace, though I knew it wouldn’t last. The angels’ departure didn’t resolve the age-old racial tension and conflicts on Earth. The Mysthians were the only immortal race, but the mortals evolved quickly and bred faster, their old resentments toward us fey buried deep.
There were also the Dragonian to consider. North took back his birthright as the new commander, but I’d seen his look of pure hate toward my mate.
He thought I was his once our combined forces defeated King Agro and the angel hordes, but I had chosen Seth as my consort emperor.
The former High Prince of All Angels didn’t care about titles. He was never power hungry. After we vanquished the Lord of All Angels, the new United Angels High Councils voted for him to be the next Lord of All Angels, and every angel wanted him to be their high lord. Yet he declined.
My mate had n
o such ambition. He had no desire to keep conquering other universes. And he hated politics. He wanted to stay on Earth with me. “I’ll bury my cock deep inside you every night before falling asleep, and in the morning, I’ll find my cock still hard inside you. And then I’ll ride your little body until we’re both hoarse before we start the day. That’s what I want. So be prepared, little empress!”
But Seth hadn’t totally neglected the affairs of the angels. He assigned his admirals to run his army in case he needed it to fight a new war for me and our future offspring. He vouched for High Commander Camael to be the new Lord of All Angels, but the commander also declined the offer.
For some reasons, no one wanted to be the next Lord of All Angels. The United Angels High Councils at last resorted to reserve the crown of the Lord of All Angels for Seth should he ever change his mind.
“Would you like to be the High Lady of All Angels?” my mate had asked me once.
I had snorted, “When I have wings.”
“It might happen, my empress,” he had said with a wicked grin.
Though the war between Earth and Heavens was over, I had caught a haunted look in Seth’s storm grey eyes. Through our mating bond, I learned he had a new fear.
He didn’t believe that his lord father was gone, but when he sensed my fear resonating with his, he comforted me. “Never fear, love. If that old bastard ever comes back, we’ll be ready for him. I’ll make sure to kill him next time. I won’t let him get to Earth, to you. I’ll lead the galaxy war at the first sign of his return.”
He secretly dispatched his most skilled warriors, including Gabriel, to join Admiral Adrianna to search every hole in every galaxy to hunt down the former Lord of All Angels. Seth was the best hunter, but he couldn’t bear to leave me.
While my male was still inside me, fear of his leaving grabbed me.
“I don’t want you to ever go away,” I said.
“At some point, I must go, love,” he said. “But I’ll always come back to you for more of this.” He delivered a series of long, rapid, and hard thrusts.
I moaned. This pleasure never got old.
“If you go, take me with you,” I said. I twisted my torso to watch our tightly joined flesh. “You’ll never leave me behind if you want more of this, angel.” I moved my hips up and down to meet his thrusts.
My movements sent my male into a new frenzy. Lust and power rolled off him.
His large, hard cock plunged into me. Every long, powerful stroke hit home, expelling dark, foreboding thoughts from my head.
All I could think about was how his cock moved inside me. Every inch of his shaft filled me as he pounded my sweet depth from behind faster and harder with his mighty angel’s strength.
It was glorious.
Every stroke was a promise of a new kind, unending pleasure.
I moaned fervently. The pleasure was too much, yet never enough, and so I kept coming to my mate for more.
He laughed. His deep, sensual sound sent shivers of pleasure all over me again. “You’re insatiable, eroma.”
“And you’ll meet your female’s every need,” I said breathlessly as I moved with him.
“I exist for that,” he grunted. “My kind called me your whore.”
The angel did a wicked move by grinding his pelvis in a circular motion before thrusting forward. His hand came around to brush my clitoris.
I stared up at the stars in the night sky and the ancient silver trees stretching endlessly.
My mate pounded into me with a roar, sending a wicked fire to lick every inch of my flesh.
“Your lusty moisture is all over my cock, female,” he said hoarsely. “I have to fuck you harder. Think you can take it?”
Before I could respond, his stroke melted my core in the center of a galactic fire. The angel moved in me blindingly fast and hard, until pleasure nearly suffocated me. Yet he had no intention of giving me a break as he pounded my depth mercilessly.
His power, ancient and profound, drummed inside me. I took all he had and what he was with no reservations. Then, suddenly, I had a strong sense of déjà vu, that we had been intimate when the universe first formed. We’d been separated and reborn, and now met again. Though we once had a deep history, somehow, by the design of a dark force, we had forgotten it all.
I let my magic rise to meet his. I was young, but my magic was ancient. It twirled around him, studying and recognizing him as my mate, and immersed into him.
When our power, magic, strength, lust, and love entwined and pulsed together and soared toward the edge of the galaxy, the angel roared and pumped his bountiful hot seed into me.
I roared with him, until our sounds silenced and shocked the whole realm. I no longer cared. One after another, orgasms tore through me, and light blasted out of me.
My mate’s lightning struck across the sky.
“My love,” the mighty angel bent over and whispered against my ear in awe. “My forever mate.”
He turned me around and gazed into my glowing eyes before he gently laid me back on the rooftop, entered me from the front, and moved on top of me again.
I inhaled his intoxicating male scent that mixed with faint pine and wine and forest rain, and I exhaled in bliss. I was home with him.
The angel then made love to me once more under the stars.
EMPEROR SETH
I woke up with my cock buried deep inside Rose.
Still asleep, she curled on her side, her back against my chest, her head in the crook of my arm, and her soft, warm body on my feathers.
I had never felt so content—not even when I first gazed down at the conquered worlds at my feet. An aching tenderness expanded in my chest, and my cock grew harder inside my female.
I pulled back a little to relish her perky breasts, her slim waist, and her gorgeous, round ass. Then my gaze fixed on our joined flesh.
My female’s soft, pink pussy gloved my shaft seamlessly and tightly. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. My hand reached to cup her breast. Lust raced through my veins.
I wouldn’t wake her. I would just move in her slowly. She wouldn’t even know. She would think it was a dream, where I penetrated her soft, glistening sex gently.
I slid forward in her, then pulled out, then forward again. Nice and slow, I reminded myself, controlling my need to thrust hard and fuck her raw. I traced my lips over the column of her neck while slipping in and out of her in a slow rhythm.
Even when she slept, her pussy was wet and hot for me.
I lifted her leg, so she was more open to me. I lunged forward to penetrate her deeper. Satisfied with the easy, comfortable position, I thrust in her lazily, yet eagerly, keeping the same tempo with every stroke.
Our mating bond swirled into shape, but this time it shone darkly.
Then I felt my female’s fear, and suddenly I shared her nightmare.
It was my future the Forbidden Glory had forced Rose to watch.
I was trapped in a suspension container, neither dead nor alive, my wings limp beneath me. My consciousness stayed aware of my mate’s presence, of her coming and going, and of other scents she brought back with her.
I fought to get to her, but I was paralyzed.
It was worse than a nightmare to know I could never touch her, even when she breathed on my face. She talked to me, yet I could never respond or comfort her. Her grief and hopelessness became my personal hell.
She thought of joining me in death but feared we would be separated forever. She believed that when fey and angels faded into the afterlife we would go to different realms, and she would never find me again.
Rose lived, but it wasn’t much of a life because of me. I lived in her despair every moment in eternity inside the suspension glass she put me in to preserve me.
Something happened to us along the way, but I had no way of knowing what went wrong. I didn’t know how to prevent such a horrific future.
I hadn’t told Rose I had had the same recurring nightmare myself.
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br /> Could my father be the catalyst? He escaped when we eliminated Seven Wraith. I sensed him lurking somewhere, yet when I dug deep into my psyche, I could not find him.
Rose sobbed in her nightmare. “Don’t doom him, please.”
“It was a bad dream,” I told her. “We’ll rewrite our future.”
If the old bastard managed to resurrect and nurse himself back to power, he would come for us. He would take away my mate—the most precious thing to me in the whole universe. I had to move first. I had to find him and kill him for good and scatter his ashes in thousands of dimensions so he would never rise again.
I kissed off her tears. “Wake up, love.” I wouldn’t let my mate cry alone in that terrible dream. It was my responsibility to keep her safe and make her feel warm, secure, and loved.
“Wake up, eroma,” I called her again. “My chest is your harbor, my wings your shield, and my heart yours forever.” I pounded into her depth to reach her, to drive her dark fear away. To let her know I would always be here for her, even when she didn’t need it.
Rose moaned, starting to wake up. She stiffened for a second, then relief and joy blossomed in her as she felt my cock inside her. “Oh, Seth,” she sighed.
I thrust harder, pushing through her tightness up to the hilt. When I pulled out a little, Rose drove her hips toward me, her hands gripping my buttocks until her fingernails sunk into my ass. My female was never shy about what she wanted.
I smoothly rolled her to have her lie on her stomach while my cock stayed inside her.
In her half-awake state, she piled a few pillows under her belly. My knees nudged her legs to open wider, and I penetrated her with speed and force. I wanted my mate enjoy maximum pleasure.
As I watched myself fuck her in fascination, she twisted her torso to look at me. “If I ever betray you,” she said, “I want you to kill me.”
“I’ll never harm you no matter what you do, love,” I said. “I’ll just fuck you hoarse.”
My female writhed beneath me. She was going to come. Her rich, dark scent drove me out of my mind and unlatched the last gate of my inhibition.
