“My protector...Adam.” I searched his face.
“And you believe such lies?” he laughed again and brushed my hair from my eyes.
“But he is supposed to know and to look after me,” I stammered and winced at the absurdity of my statement.
I knew better than to believe he was my protector. No, I believed him because many nightfalls of Darkness came and went and Mercy and Lucifer were gone...for loving me. Heat burned up my chest and rested on my cheeks at my stupidity for believing the wretched Adam, always thinking only of himself, trying to trick me into loving him.
"My Fire Queen, you are not forbidden to love. And surely he can’t protect you better than me?" His eyes danced and sparked in the moonlight.
Believing what this Heavenly being said to be true, I let his warm body slide over mine. Heat coursed through my breasts as the tickle of his chest hairs glided over them. My eyes flicked upward and met his gaze. A cool breeze blew over us, causing me to shiver. My nipples tightened and stood erect against his skin. His pupils enlarged, blocking out almost all of the amber color.
I no longer resisted the urge to place my palm on his chest. I traced my fingers over the edges, following the lines of his muscles and rubbed downward over the arches across his flat stomach. My mind marveled at how different he was from Adam, more powerful and developed, similar to Lucifer, but Lucifer didn’t have wings like this angel.
In a slow, deliberate motion, I raked my fingers through the hairs on his chest and watched as his muscles flexed in reaction to the sensation. I grazed my nails over his nipples, and they became erect as mine had earlier. Unlike Lucifer, this celestial being allowed me to explore his body.
His body reacts as mine does, not like Mercy’s.
He smiled wide at my wonder of his glorious body.
"Does Adam not please you, my Fire Queen?" he taunted me.
"No." I pursed my lips tight, wiping away any remnants of a smile. I clasped his shoulders and pushed myself away from him.
"One of dirt and dust can never satisfy one born of fire," he said.
I stared in amazement at his beauty and revelations. "One born of fire… I am born of fire and not dirt.” I considered the implications of his words. “Are there more? Are you a Lion-god but born of fire, too?"
A deep laugh escaped from the pit of his belly. "I’m no god.” His chest puffed up as though proud of that fact. “I’m the Archangel Samael, The Creator’s Lion of Fire and Angel of Death.” He paused and stroked my hair. “But you need not worry. I’m not here to harm you, and yes, My Queen, I too am born of the fire of strength and wrath just like you.”
“Tell me more.” I broke eye contact, returning my gaze to his body as I nudged myself squarely back under him.
“When I descend upon Earth, I’m once again born of fire. Otherwise, I protect the Heavens and maintain the natural order, but where is your protector, the filthy one fashioned from mud and clay? Where does he hang his head in shame for deserting his Fire Queen to be consumed by this great lion?"
The mocking in his tone sent fury to spiral through me, and I yanked away from Samael in anger, even though I wanted to learn more and question him about Lucifer and Mercy.
Jumping up, I dared to scream at this creature from Heaven, my words leaving my mouth before I thought them through. "His Fire Queen? His? I belong to no man. I’m not his now, nor will I ever be!” My heels dug into the dirt as I stood my ground. “I rule my own world.”
Slowly, he rose to his feet and he towered over me. Samael stood naked before me in all his beautiful glory. "You didn’t have this reaction when I called you my Fire Queen," he teased, coaxing me against his chest. The weight of his body pressed into mine as he wrapped his arms around me.
He smoothed his rough hands over the small of my back. "We are the only ones born of fire. Creation. Destruction. Transformation. Passion."
He parted from my body for a moment and the ache to feel his skin next to mine again crackled through me.
“But, there are others with fire blazing through their essense in the Heavens,” he admitted.
“Others?”
"You are my Fire Queen, and I am your King." he whispered in my ear. “That is all that matters.”
The force of him pressed me against a tree as he nuzzled his head close to my neck. Raw heat burned through us, quelling the questions that licked at the edges of my mind, melting them in a heap of ember and ash.
Anger drained from me as I submitted and relaxed in his grasp. I settled into him and rested my head on this great creature’s chest. We swayed together under the tree. Time fell away as a sense of peace and comfort flooded my mind, a peace I hadn’t felt since before Mercy and Lucifer left me. Pure bliss enveloped me. I’d only ever felt this way with them, never with Adam, and Samael seemed to offer a way to appease my burning desires and be filled.
What he says must be true. I am free to love...to love them.
With the aid of the moonlight, I caught a glimpse of Adam spying on us from the tree line of the forest. Furious at his intrusion, I used all my strength, and hoisted myself upon my lion. I traced my fingers in small, teasing circles over his lush lips and flung my head wildly, tossing my hair and brushing it against my lion-angel’s chest as we laughed. I wanted Adam to burn. Burn in his fury of my passion for Samael. And burn in the web of lies he’d spun that I didn’t have the freedom to love or be loved by Lucifer and Mercy.
I grabbed Samael’s shoulders and lowered myself to the ground then ran. I giggled and bit my lower lip in anticipation of him catching me. As I faced the direction of the forest where Adam hid, I remembered what Lucifer had taught me and what Mercy said.
I am a sexual being in control of my own pleasure.
Feeling free, I moved my hands over my breasts and down my waist as Lucifer had taught me. Flipping my hair, I glanced over my shoulder at Samael, and turned my body to give him the full view as I allowed my hands to stray between my legs and my fingers slid across my aching flesh.
The desire to be filled overwhelmed my senses as I ran my hand over the wet opening between my legs. Heat flooded my body and pooled inside me, aching to be released. My thoughts wandered to Lucifer, my teacher of pleasure, and I wished it was his touch, and not my own, as I plunged two of my fingers deep inside me.
Samael staggered and leaned against a tree for support. Transfixed, his eyes glazed over as he watched. My free hand squeezed my breast and I brought my fingers together on top of my nipple. I pinched the hard bud and rolled it between my thumb and index finger then I cried out in satisfaction as my pleasure peaked, but I didn’t allow it to take me over the edge of total satisfaction
Through half closed eyes I gazed at Samael as he stumbled to the ground. A full erection jutted from his body, and he stared at me dumbfounded. I now understood the power of my femininity, which could make this great angel fall at my feet and this understanding flooded me with knowledge and new power. I could not only rule my world, I could rule his.
“Come,” I demanded as I lay down on my belly in the dirt and spread my legs open.
“And fill me,” I instructed. Every fiber of my being bristled in anticipation.
My body lurched forward as his full weight landed on top of me. Samael wrapped one hand around my hair grasping it firmly and yanking my head into his chest. He growled and extended his other hand then wrapped his fingers around mine, forcing my arm tight against the side of my body. Hoisted on his elbow, he leaned forward and bit into my shoulder softly as he thrust deep into my body.
Sharp pain gave way to waves of delight with each thrust. Pleasure raced through every cell of my body, pulsing through my veins. I pushed upward into his full hardness feeling him fill me over and over again.
I imagined the fury in Adam's eyes—the hurt and anger that I, the one made for him, would allow this creature from the Heavens to enter my body when I’d always resisted him satisfying his urges. But the real twist of the knife—to have my lion take me
in the dirt as he entered my body in stabs of ecstasy.
Something I’d never let Adam do to me and never would.
And now, as he watched from afar, I hoped he could see each thrust clearly as Samael entered me. I prayed he could hear our moans and rustling in the dirt. I trusted he could feel that Samael was the man he could never be. Samael, my lion-angel, one forged from fire just like me.
Harsh sunlight forced me to open my eyes. Samael lay splayed out, asleep in the dirt, my chin nestled up to his neck as his arm wrapped around me, encircling me with his protection. I draped my leg over him, clinging to the coolness of his body. If Adam still watched, I didn’t care as I basked in the glow of our satisfaction.
“How did you learn such wonders,” he asked, stretching his arms above his head. “Surely not from Adam?” He stroked my hair, his touch affectionate.
“Lucifer is my teacher,” I said as I rolled away from his chest and rested on my back.
“Lucifer?” His voice rose into a high pitched sound and trailed off. “You belong to Lucifer?” he asked.
“I told you before,” I said, as I sat up, narrowed my eyes, and peered at him, “I belong to no one, not man nor angel or even Lucifer. I rule my own world. Lucifer taught me that, too,” I said firmly.
He raised his arms and clasped them together then rested his head on them, but said nothing.
“As you said, I’m free to love, and if you don’t like it—”
Before I could finish my sentence, he sat up and quickly reached out to brush his fingers over my face, but I flinched and shrank back in fear.
“Why do you recoil from my touch?” He frowned, the disappointment in his voice evident. “I’d never strike you or hurt you in any way,” he whispered. Ever so gently, he stroked his fingers over my cheek as if to assuage my fears.
I closed my eyes and tried to relax into his touch, but part of me remained on high alert, ready to bolt if his touch became rough or violent.
“Does Lucifer strike you?” he asked.
My eyes blinked open in surprise at his words.
“Does he?” His jaw tightened as he struggled to keep his voice even and calm.
“Not Lucifer,” I said, closing my eyes and allowing the warm morning breeze to calm my raw nerves.
A long sigh fell from Samael’s lips. “The unworthy one made from the mud dares to lay his hands upon you?” he fumed.
“Yes,” I admitted.
His fingers lightly grasped my shoulders.
“Look at me, Lilith,” he said.
My eyes popped open, and my eyebrows shot up. “You know my name?” I smiled.
“Of course I know the name of my Fire Queen. It’s written in the Heavens,” he mused as he shifted the weight of his upper body closer to mine.
Giggles erupted from me. Delighted, I leaned upward and kissed his cheek.
He smiled at me and clasped my hand inside his. “We will protect you, Lilith.”
“Lucifer isn’t here anymore.” The sadness I held over the Creator taking Lucifer from my life poured out of me, and my stomach tightened into a knot. Long sobs wracked my body until I couldn’t breath. My lungs contracted while I gasped for air as I cried.
Samael gathered me into his arms and rocked me, wiping the tears from my face.
“Don’t worry, we’ll find him, and when we do, Lucifer and I will end that useless creature,” he vowed.
Lilith
As I washed in the stream, Samael approached behind me and enveloped my body with a tight hug. I no longer feared being clutched from behind like I did with Adam, who still cowered somewhere in the garden. As long as he remained far away from me, I didn't concern myself with his whereabouts or his care. He’d left me to be devoured by a lion from the Heavens, so he deserved none of my obligation or care over his well being anymore.
And devour me Samael did—as often as he could. I marveled in learning all the mysteries and joys of having a sexual partner. I’d spent two nightfalls getting to know him and the intricacies and nuances of his body in joyful bliss, but my missing loves, Lucifer and Mercy, still weighed heavily on my mind and a hole formed in my heart at their absence.
“I have news for you.” Samael kissed my neck, his lips soft and gentle.
“Tell me?” I twisted to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He hoisted me up onto him with ease and walked us closer to the edge of the water. “Lucifer isn’t in the Heavens.” He looked as if he had more to say, but he closed his mouth and watched me, instead.
“Tell me how you know.” I pressed the palms of my hands on his cheeks and angled his head so he looked into my eyes.
His eyes remained on mine for one beat...two...then, distracted, he twisted his lips into a sly smile and nuzzled his face down by my breasts.
“Tell me,” I demanded, nudging his head away.
“Very well.” He faked a frown as he had to pull his concentration off my body, but his eyes sparkled with laughter as he met my gaze. “My brother is here.”
“Where?” I wiggled from his embrace, looking around in every direction as I tried to splash my way out of the water. “Where, Samael?” My heart beat fast in anticipation of his answer, the thought of seeing Lucifer again made me dizzy.
Can it be true? He’s here?
But Samael didn’t answer.
As quickly as my heart had filled with hope, it drained away leaving me cold with disappointment and icy fury.
“Why do you toy with me?” Red hot anger filled my chest.
Samael tugged me to him and hugged me, “I’d never play with your emotions.” He squeezed me tighter to his body, lulling my raw nerves. “I miss him too, and I want Lucifer with us as much as you do.” The catch in his voice told me his words were true.
“I’m sorry I doubted you,” I said, rubbing my cheek across his chest and finally resting it against him, listening to the thump of his heart. “I know you love him too.” I kissed his skin softly, trying to soothe him.
“I feel his energy.” He ran his hands over my back before resting them at the curve at the base of my spine. “I know he’s here...he has to be,” he whispered, resting his head on my shoulder.
A dull pain entered my heart and overtook me. Strangely, it gave me courage. Determination built in my bones and drew me to stand upright. It hurt my heart to miss Lucifer, but it hurt me more to see this great warrior weakened over the loss of his brother. The energy of his sadness permeated my soul, and the anguish was more than I could bear.
“Then we shall find him together,” I vowed.
Samael perked up, his head lifting, and he looked at me with renewed hope. “I’ll leave no stone unturned or cave unexplored. I’ll search until the winds lead me to him and back to you,” he promised.
Back to me.
Thoughts of Lucifer and Samael with me in the garden, living in harmony, caused my hair to bristle on my neck. The sun beat warm across my skin as I touched Samael’s face, smoothing the backs of my fingers down his jaw. His loyalty to Lucifer and to me filled my heart with hope.
“My lion,” I whispered, and he smiled and lowered his eyes.
“And what about me?”
Samael spun around. “Mercy!” He spread his wings, flew over to the grass on the other side of the banks of the water, and lifted her cheerful face into his hands. Then he dipped down and planted a kiss upon her forehead.
Stunned, I blinked my eyes several times before my brain processed that my beautiful Mercy returned to me.
“Mercy!” I squealed, hopping up and down and making my way the last few feet to the water’s edge where they met me. Sheer joy made me feel as if I, too, were floating in the air as if I had wings like my beautiful angels.
She fell into my embrace, hugging me tightly, as Samael wrapped his massive arms around both of us. The warmth and security of their protection filled my soul with peace, and a love like no other emanated between them wrapping me in sheer bliss.
Mercy broke aw
ay from us, and the weight of the world fell back on my shoulders as the energy of her love waned and dissipated.
Besides the locks of her hair turning pure white, the look of disapproval on her face betrayed the strength of her disappointment and anger. “What has Lucifer done now?’ she sighed.
“You coupled with her?” Mercy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
To my relief her auburn hair didn’t display anger at the news, but Samuel hung his head and frowned a little at Mercy’s judgmental question. I held my breath, waiting to see if he’d act like a coward in the face of something he didn’t want to see or hear, as Adam did, or stand up for our right to love each other in the face of Mercy’s disapproval.
“You've only been here a few minutes, and yet your judgment rains down on me,” he boomed, then hung his head once more. “I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know she belonged to Lucifer. She’s of fire. She entranced me from the moment I saw her…” his voice broke off as he kept his eyes low and admitted the truth.
Disappointment flitted through me, and my shoulders slumped when Samael didn’t defend our right to love.
“And now I stand by her,” Samael continued, raising his eyes to meet Mercy’s gaze and moving into position next to me. “You can stand with us or go home,” he said with a softness in his voice that brought me relief.
Mercy tilted her head toward me. “But I have no wish to go home. I love her, too.” She frowned as if she also disapproved of her own feelings and admission. “Just differently.”
“Then love her differently.” Samael moved toward her, a casual, almost flippant, tone to his words. “You love her your way, and Lucifer and I will love her as we see fit.”
The determination in his voice when he spoke his final sentence floated over me as the words sunk in. He had hope of finding Lucifer, true hope, and he wanted all of us to be together. The thought made me dizzy with desire, but waiting for Mercy’s response thwarted my rush to hope it could be so easy. I held my breath as I waited for her reply.
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