by Meg Xuemei X
“Permission to eliminate the Lithuaria battleships and their military vehicles, Captain?”
“No!” Fia called. “No bloodbath. I won’t allow it.”
“Who’s that, Captain?” Racer asked.
“My mate!” I said.
“Is that Princess Athena? And she’s your mate?” Racer asked in shock. “No wonder you raced to this planet as if your life depended on it. Why didn’t you tell us?”
I gritted my teeth. Why hadn’t I fired him yet?
“Are you the captain that I need to report to you?” I asked sternly.
“No, you’re the captain, sir.”
“Hail the Lithuarians, threaten them, and disable them,” I said. “Get them to back off, but don’t eliminate them yet, unless they’re too stupid to be reasoned with. Have three battleships land where I am to assist me. Keep the other four ships patrolling in the air. Remember: immobilize the Lithuarian force instead of destroying them.”
“Aye, Captain, show time,” Racer said giddily. “And you have fun.”
I would terminate his employment when I got back to the ThunderSong.
A second later, machine noises and shouts increased outside the mansion. Fiammetta and I shared a frustrated look.
“We’ll have to finish this later,” she said.
I nodded. “Your safety is always my priority, baby.”
“As is yours to me,” she said.
I grinned at her.
“And I missed you, Angel,” she said.
35
The Witch
Three Angels’ battleships landed on the extensive lawn outside my mansion. Wellstone’s armored vehicle was parked on the driveway.
Several Angels in full armor flew around, their weapons training on the ground, their massive white wings flapping rapidly.
Gabriel was the only one with black wings.
As soon as we walked out of the main door, dressed properly, all eyes were on us.
Gabriel had his arm around my waist, his wings arching high and aggressively behind his shoulders. And I had darkness twirling around us and shielding us. Ice coated the ground I walked on and frost puffed out of my mouth as I breathed out.
Eugene strode toward us, his hand waving vehemently. I had never seen him so agitated.
“The Angels have disabled our ships!” Eugene yelled. “This is an act of war! This is unacceptable!”
His elite guards flanked him, but they had the good sense not to draw weapons, or Gabriel would take it as a hostile act and his reaction wouldn’t be friendly. When it came to protecting me, the Archangel was unreasonable.
“If you want a war, you’ll get it,” Gabriel shouted back. “But you might not want to pick a fight you can’t win. If it weren’t for my mate, we’d have vanquished you in seconds.”
Then a white-winged Angel, who wore a white uniform, alighted beside Gabriel.
“Captain,” he said gleefully, then turned to me and bowed. “Your Royal Highness, I’m Racer, the First Officer of the ThunderSong. It’s a great pleasure to make you acquaintance. You’re more beautiful than a mermaid.”
He waited for me to extend him a hand for him to kiss its back.
Gabriel growled. “No more lousy pick-up lines about mermaids.”
“Sorry, Captain, but I thought that was clever,” Racer said, then at his captain’s glare, he added, “The Lithuarians have halted any aggressive act after our demonstration.”
“What demonstration?” I demanded.
“Like this, Your Royal Highness,” Racer said, stretching his hand toward the senator’s vehicle, and a light beam shot out of a device on his wrist armor. The intense light hit the vehicle and it vanished into nothingness.
The Lithuarian guards raised their weapons and opened fire, and at the same time, the Angels returned fire.
Gabriel didn’t want to further the conflict because of me—I was still the realm’s princess.
And Eugene had realized who had come to the empire’s backyard. The last thing he wanted was to go to war with the top predators in the universe.
Eugene shouted, “Cease fire!”
Gabriel called. “Halt!”
No one could stop it from escalating to a war and bloodshed, except me.
Flames lit in my eyes and poured out like a tidal wave. It didn’t reach anyone, or they’d all be dead, but froze the moment.
Then my icy storm threw the two sides further away from each other, and my darkness pinned everyone to the ground, except for Gabriel.
The Angels in the sky had fallen to the lawn, immobile, despite their mighty struggle.
“We’re under attack, Captain,” the Angels called. “We can’t move. Our armors are useless against the dark force!”
“Serves you right!” Gabriel snarled. “This is my mate’s house and you should not damage her property. Your whole month’s pay will be confiscated to fix her front yard.”
Every strand of my hair turned to flame, blazing gloriously.
“Your mate is on fire, Captain!” Racer said.
“You’re extremely lucky she doesn’t toast your ass,” Gabriel said.
No Angels whined again, even though bound by my magic, their white wings couldn’t even flutter beneath them.
On the other side, the Lithuarian guards cursed.
“They’re mouthy.” Gabriel turned to me. “Let them have ice in their veins, baby, then they’ll listen kindly to what we have to say.”
“The Angels will drink my ice,” I said. “The Lithuarian will have my darkness. As for my fire, I reserve it for you, since no one can take it save you.”
Gabriel inserted his hand into my flaming hair and kissed me. “I like the excellent arrangements.”
While the kiss lingered, my magic struck.
The Angels widened their eyes and puffed out frost; my fellow Lithuarians gagged as color drained from them. I also let Eugene have a bit of taste of both ice and darkness, for him to remember it all.
The senator stared hard at me, a sour and painful expression twisting his face.
“Enough?” I asked. “That’s my smallest dose. If you want more, the Wickedest Witch is more than a generous host.” I did not address an audience as a princess anymore.
Gabriel chuckled and kissed the top of my head, despite the blazing fire there.
“Anyone who is ready for peace, nod,” I said.
And everyone managed a nod as I let them move their heads.
I withdrew my magic.
Racer sat up first after a cough. “What was that, Captain? Your mate is a powerful witch? Is she even more powerful than the High Prince’s Fey mate?”
I trained my fiery eye on him and he stepped back and raised hands in surrender.
Even Gabriel mentioned a couple of times how powerful the Fey girl was. I’d love to compare notes with her one day and see whose fire burned hotter. Something other than flame must have sparked in eyes, since Gabriel suddenly looked worried before he stared daggers at his First Officer.
No one was fighting now, not on my land anyway.
Eugene got up, waved his elite guards back, and jogged toward us.
“Relax, Eugene.” I eyed him. “My mate Gabriel and his Angels have no interest in enslaving you or anyone in the realm.” Gabriel was only into making me his sex slave in bed, but I didn’t tell that to the senator. “They didn’t come to colonize this planet. Your intel about the Angels might be inaccurate. As long as the empire doesn’t irritate Archangel Gabriel, and gives him what he wants, peace and independence can be achieved.”
Gabriel smiled at him like an angelic shark.
Eugene’s eyes were still all whites after the shock—I couldn’t tell if it was from the treatment of my magic, or the arrival of Angels and their displays of their military supremacy.
I felt a stab of guilt at being tough on Kaara’s great nephew.
He glanced between Gabriel and me. “You’re married, Princess?”
Everyone appeared as shocked as th
e senator, and the bachelors stared me with bitter, hurtful expressions, as if I’d betrayed them all. Yet none of them came closer and challenged us after Gabriel had showed his fists and I had played with my dark magic a little.
Eugene’s gaze slid to my empty fingers.
Gabriel sighed. “Our matehood is established. According to the Angels’ law, it’s as solid as married, though my mate and I will have to go through the ritual bonding when we settle down in Valhalla that has the most stunning night sky.”
Ritual bonding? I hope it wouldn’t be ridiculous or painful.
“I’ve also picked up your custom,” Gabriel continued. “According to your tradition, the whole nine yards are required—a ring, a wedding dress, a reception, a ceremony, then the honeymoon, which is the most desirable among all.”
His white-winged Angels, who now surrounded us in a protective formation, nodded vehemently, I believed, particularly on the part about the honeymoon.
Gabriel pulled out a velvet box from his inner pocket and popped it open, revealing a ring—the blue diamond the size of half of my palm and with the purest shine I’d ever seen.
Awed gasps rose all around.
“It’s the Goddess’ Star, Captain!” Racer cried. “High Prince Seth tried to acquire it for his Fey mate, but someone else beat him to it. It could buy the finest spaceship and a small kingdom.”
Gabriel grinned. “I know. It’s stunning. It now belongs to my mate, who deserves it more than anyone.” He went down on one knee and gazed up at me. “Will you marry me, Fia?”
I regarded the ring. How was I going to wear it? Fine, I could manage it.
“Say yes, baby,” he coaxed, “so I can put this expensive diamond on your lovely finger.”
“If you don’t accept it, Princess, you’re a fool!” Racer said. “Do you know how many women want it? My captain is one of the richest men in the universe. He also has investments all over the galaxies.”
I gave Racer an evil look. “How would I know how many women want it? Should I start counting?” But I smiled at Gabriel and stretched a hand toward him while he gave Racer a warning look. “Yes, Gabriel, but I’ll have a list of conditions that I’ll show you later.”
“Is the list long?” Gabriel asked.
“Not too long, but some of them on it might be challenging.”
“Nothing is too difficult for me, baby.” He pushed the ring onto my finger.
It was a perfect fit.
Gabriel jumped up, a bit too quickly for my liking, since I was still cherishing the moment. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me raw and hard before I could say anything spectacular.
Just like his kiss in the jungle that had imprinted me, this kiss had exactly the same effect. Only this time, it was a joyful reunion instead of farewell.
The kiss told me that we’d never be parted again, ever!
“You’re mine, baby, and you said yes,” the Archangel said, grinning. “I just knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the ring once you saw it.”
“I can, for sure, resist the Goddess’ Star but not you,” I said. “Half of the kingdom’s riches are mine, if I want to take them. My family left me a very rich inheritance. My dowry will be quite impressive.”
“We don’t need your dowry, Fia.”
I gazed up at his through my lashes. “I won’t denounce it, though, just in case.”
“In case of what?” asked the Archangel.
I flashed him an enigmatic smile.
Eugene still looked dazed and darted a nervous glance at my flame. For his sake, I let it fade.
The senator cleared his throat. “Well, this is unexpected, Your Highness. What’s next?”
I could see how fast his mind was running—should the senators announce that the lost princess had returned, though rumors had spread far in the realm? Should they also inform the public about the Angels? After the Angels’ and my demonstrations, the senators could no longer wrap the fire in paper. There had to be holo-recordings of what had happened. And would Princess Athena reclaim the crown after her extravagant Royal wedding of the century or even before the ceremony?
“Would you like to go or stay, baby?” Gabriel asked. “You’re where my home is.”
I stretched against him, my hands laced behind his neck and my flaming lips pressing on his.
Gabriel’s flame came up to meet mine.
“In that case, Angel, let’s go to the stars,” I said, flashing the diamond ring on my finger. “You’re my home now.”
Racer clapped his hands, his white wings spreading to half-length, and he turned to other Angels with a strict order. “Applaud in support of the captain and his mate!”
All the Angels mimicked him by striking their palms together, their wings flapping back and forth.
Gabriel wrapped an arm around my waist, pressed me tightly against his chest, and surged into the sky. His black wings spread to their full, glorious length.
“But Highness, you can’t just leave!” Eugene shouted. “Princess Athena, we need—”
I could no longer hear him as the Archangel and I rode the violent current.
The other Angels flanked us in a half-ring, their white wings forming seamless, vast fans.
Seven Angel battleships gathered around us in V formation.
We broke through layers of dark clouds, then the starlight was on Gabriel’s wings. I gazed up at the stars, then at his bright green eyes, and lost myself in them.
Lithuaria Empire, my former homeland, fell further beneath us until it was nothing more than a green, blue, and tea-rose patch.
My fire, darkness, fire, and ice all came out to play in the sky, twirling and caressing Gabriel’s massive wings, before chasing the wind and the stars.
36
The Witch
ThunderSong was more splendid and vast than I’d imagined. It even had a small self-sufficient green town on the second deck. The whole ship was designed for the Angels to fly around in comfort. Instead of taking me on a grand tour, Gabriel flew me toward his suite on the top floor, his erection pricking against me through his trousers.
I clung to him, pressing my heavy breasts on his warm chest, as I inhaled his scent—pure male, dominating, and carrying the wind, sky, and flame.
Before Gabriel parted with his crew, he ordered sternly, “Anyone disrupting me while I spend some quality time with my mate will be court-martialed!”
“Aye, Captain!” The crew alighted and snapped to attention. “We’ll make sure no one cuts short your quality time with Princess Athena. The violator will be impaled to death!”
That was a bit too much, even to my standard.
The Angels were indeed a savage race, but Gabriel was my savage. I just had to deal with it. I gave the Goddess’ Star on my finger another glance to assure myself of that.
“How long will the quality time be, Captain, so we can at least have an idea?” Racer called behind us.
“One day I’ll impale him myself,” Gabriel said.
The captain’s door chimed open at Gabriel’s heat signature.
His suite was larger than a sports ground with an enormous bed, custom made to accommodate his wings. The room had all the luxury facilities one would ever need.
Gabriel put me down on the floor, not offering me a drink, but eagerly crashed his mouth on mine. While he kissed me breathless and his tongue stroke my hard palate with wicked seduction, his hands shoved my gown down from my shoulders.
I was bare except for my panties in a second.
He cupped my breast, approving its size and weight, and gave it a squeeze before kneading my perky nipple.
I reached for his outfit, anxious to drop them, only to realize it’d take way longer for my hands to remove them. So, my icy wind and darkness eagerly lashed out at the Archangel. They stripped him in record time.
I grinned as his cock sprang free, jerking up aggressively.
It was just as I remembered—impressively thick, hard, and slightly arched. My mouth dried,
as I anticipated the pleasure it could offer me.
It pricked against my belly in urgent need, its heat burning my skin.
My Archangel was no ordinary man; he carried an angelic flame, but even before I’d found my fire, when I’d been an ice witch, I could receive his flame just fine.
“Who would expect your magic to strip me like that?” Gabriel laughed, half in amusement and half in burning lust.
“Oh, you have no idea what else it can do, darling,” I purred, my fingers exploring his chest and all the way down, until I had his dick in my palm.
A short, rough groan tore through his throat. His hand went to explore my pussy, and when he realized I still had my panties on, he looked a bit surprised at his oversight. He corrected it by tearing them apart, leaving my panties at my feet.
“That’s my last pair,” I moaned as he palmed the flesh between my thighs and rubbed it roughly.
“I’ve bought a load of them for you, along with gowns and many essentials in the best shops while I watched you and followed you in Lithuaria,” he said. “I’ve prepared, in case you’d come with me. Sorry, baby, we don’t have a royal tailor, but I’ll hire one who can meet your standards.”
I said breathlessly as his finger thrust into my lush wetness, “You think I’d be that vain and demanding after three years in the City of Nine?”
“That damned place! It’s behind you now. I’ll never let you suffer another day.” With that promise, he spun me around and pressed me against the door, his cock nudging at my slick entrance.
Guess we couldn’t make it to the bed, though it wasn’t that far.
With a powerful thrust, he drove his shaft all the way into my depth. He had to bend his knees a little to thrust into me because of his height.
I propelled my ass back toward him to take his cock in deeper, my palms spread on the door to support my weight.
His hands gripped my hips to secure me, and he pounded between my thighs relentlessly.
Rapid in and out and in—the rhythm of his cock fucking me was maddening yet erotic beyond anything. Waves of pleasure rendered me mindless. My whole world was his big cock now. It drilled into me, reaching my secret depth. It poured the Archangel’s strength and energy into me. I took them all in greedily and wanted more.