by Diana Steele
Constantine slipped the thin, spaghetti straps of her dress aside. Allowing the thing to come sliding down around her, exposing her perky breasts and her milky skin, which glowed nearly gold in the dim lighting.
She sucked in a heavy breath and, as she released it her wings fanned out to full span on either side of her, releasing the tension that had been pint up her more human limbs. Constantine smiled at this, moving his face away from hers so that he could get a good look at the rest of her. “Magnificent.” He hiss as he appraised her.
Adelaide was barely listening to him. All she wanted was to feel his tongue on her breasts. She grabbed the back of his head, using her strength to press it against her. Seeing as he was not one to protest, he followed her guidance, pressing his lips against her nipple.
She bit her lip as she opened her legs even wider, feeling his bulge pressing into the space just above her clitoris. Her head hung back and moan after moan slipped out of her lips as she continued to let this happen. He began to massage that breast before he moved on to the other one, her nipples, growing still harder, practically popping out of his mouth. Her wetness dripped down her legs, soaking the inside of her dress. She stood up to get it from around her ankles, but he licked her, his tongue starting just under her chest and tracing the entirety of her torso. He clutched at the ass, pressing his face into her. “Oh fusc.” She hissed as he kissed the length of her waist.
He grunted as he slipped his hand in between her legs.
It was a heavenly kind of sensation that of his hard fingers pressing into her vulva. She looked up, her eyes fixed on the ceiling of the war tent and the crimson light of the setting sun as he spread her legs still farther apart and began to lick her there. She clutched onto his shoulders as the tension and energy inside of her body grew and grew to an almost unbearable level.
“That feels so good.” She whispered as he took all of her into his mouth. The combination of sucking and lick, the flicking of his tongue against her clitoris, the sensation of his cool breath, brushing over her with his every movement drove her onto an accent towards the climax that had alluded her for the past few weeks since the very first time he had had heard since her bought her with the war. “I’m-…” she was about to declare the joyous fact that a very good orgasm was well within sight when she heard the unmistakable voice of…
“Where is my husband?”
Constantine froze for a second, holding his mouth over her sex and clutching her butt.
“Lorraine.” She whispered, as if there was anything to hide. Already, she could feel the throbbing in between her legs beginning to subside.
“Madam, I do not recommend you go in there!” As Adelaide tried to move away from Constantine so that she could at least cover herself before his wife stormed in, as she was prone to do from time to time, a guard tried to stop her.
“He told us not to permit visitors…” another voice cried.
But Constantine seemed to be determined to keep her standing there just as she was. Her heart started to flutter in her chest for the last thing she wanted to do was become caught in one of their many arguments with each other, especially while she was still naked.
Without further ado, she burst through, throwing the front flap aside.
Constantine gave Adelaide one more lick before he turned to face her without even batting an eyelash. “I’m sorry, did you care to join?” he asked.
“You have done nothing but lie with her all evening!” she yelled, her eyes bright with anger, the deep red forming an artistic contrast with her grey and black hair. The locks hung in tangled knots around her face and neck. She had clearly just been training, for her lips were still slightly encrusted with blood, and there seemed to be a kind of lifelike glow of exhilaration on her face.
“Uh… No, I have also set out my clothes for the dinner.” He replied, carrying on this conversation with his wife as if a naked angel wasn’t standing right in front of him.
Lorraine glanced at Adelaide, but then continued on with her chastising as she stepped into the tent and let the flap shut behind her. “Is this your plan? Have sex your every waking moment, while I prepare your men for the return home?” she demanded.
Constantine rolled his eyes. “You will not talk to me like I am one of your subordinates.”
Lorraine tried her hardest to remain angry with him, but even Adelaide could see that she was spending more time staring at his erect cock than into his stubborn eyes. “I was only asking for your assistance.”
Constantine scoffed. “In time.”
Lorraine wasn’t even trying to hide her focus anymore. “I see she hasn’t even taken care of you yet.” She replied as she took another step into the room.
Constantine looked down at himself, a mischievous gleam spreading across his face. “No, I’m afraid she hasn’t.” he replied, summoning for her to join them.
Lorraine licked her lips as she reached him, placing an authoritative hand on the side of his cheek. She kissed him like only his wife could. Their lips coexisted in a strange combination of super human speed and impossibly slow motion. It made Adelaide hot just to watch it.
Lorraine lifted her lips away from his and gestured at the bed. “Bed. Now.” She ordered.
He let out a dark chuckle as he threw himself onto the massive cot.
Adelaide slipped off of it to get out of his way.
Lorraine watched her as she circled the mattress. “You are looking particularly golden today.” She commented in a seductive voice as she slipped out of her dress in one motion.
It almost felt like a comment.
Adelaide’s mouth watered as the vampire traced her thin fingers along her torso, slipping them in between her legs and pressing them inside of her. She bit her lip before Lorraine took her by the chin and kissed her.
Adelaide did not hesitate to caress her breast, her hard nipples poking in between her fingers and pressing into her palms. “Take him in your mouth.” Lorraine ordered.
Adelaide nodded turning her attention to Constantine, who had been lounging on the cot, jacking him off to the sight of the two of them making out. She hopped onto the bed and gently lifted his fingers away from his penis, taking them into her mouth. He moaned at this, running his free hand through her hair.
As she rubbed his throbbing member and wrapped her lips around it, he sighed. She could hear the sounds of Lorraine behind her, touching herself and moaning and she pressed his penis as far into her mouth as it would go. She loved the pressure, loved feeling the throbbing thing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat.
He hiss and groaned, grunted and moaned at this fully ecstatic moment.
To Adelaide’s surprise, she felt Lorraine hop onto the bed next to her. She could feel her hands on her ass, then her tongue. She took in a deep breath, her eyes rolling back into her head as, once again, she could feel an orgasm coming on. Lorraine spread her legs and her butt and licked her there, her tongue flicking her just below her vulva. It felt so good, Adelaide could hardly contain herself.
“Come here, wife.” Constantine ordered as he summoned her with his hand.
Lorraine giggled, wiping her lips as she kissed him, his tongue caressing her lips, before he pressed it inside of her mouth. Adelaide continued to blow him while she began to climb him. He clutched every part of her being, his lips finding suck on each of her breasts, the bottom of her belly, then in between her legs.
Following her desire, Adelaide mounted Constantine herself. She felt him nearly twitch at this and that was enough to encourage her to go on.
Lorraine turned herself around, so that while Constantine licked her sex, she could watch him fuck her. Adelaide hopped up and down on his penis, her body practically remolding itself to fit him inside of her. Lorraine clasped one of her breasts as she bobbed up and done, then kissed her. Adelaide ran her hands through Lorraine’s hair as she felt her tongue press into her mouth. She lifted her face away from hers as the both of them were
practically tasting an orgasm.
“Yes, husband.” Lorraine murmured in that controlling voice of hers. “I’m-…” then she tossed her head back, a scream slipping out of her lips.
Constantine clutched on to her thighs as he thrusted upward and into Adelaide. Lorraine had scarcely begun to scream, when Constantine rammed himself into Adelaide harder and harder. Adelaide could feel that climax all the way down through her thighs and up her torso. She slammed her fists into his chest as she felt him come inside of her.
The three of them collapsed onto the bed; a tired mess.
Lorraine, scarcely waiting for either of them to catch their breaths, muttered, “So, the dinner….?”
Chapter Two
The, “dinner,” in question was a state affair designed entirely so that the vampire warriors could gather together and praise each other for a war they barely fought to win. The nourishment of choice consisted of human food (sweets, wine and choice raw meats), and vampire foods, blood from the finest animals, the rare humans who were still surviving in farms on the far corners of the earth… and angels.
Adelaide sat next to Constantine at the far corner of the table, absentmindedly tossing around her raw meat and olives with her fork and half-listening to the conversation happening all around her. She resented Constantine for having invited her, knowing that he only did it to spite his wife. Although he had allowed her back into his household after their separation, he was far from ready to actually accept her back into his life again. She knew this, which is why she sat as far away from Adelaide as she possibly could: on the other end of the table.
The sound of Constantine joking with one of his closest confidants, a vampire soldier who had been eyeing her cleavage since she sat down across from him was like poison to her ears. Her parents had always loved their steak, rabbit, veal and lamb nearly rare, but she hated the blood. The slimy, tough substance always seemed to adhere to every corner of her mouth and the whole thing just profoundly bothered her. She wished that Constantine had thought to cook her portion, at least just a little bit, since he had invited her to attend in the first place. After all, he had spent a countless amount of time and energy on her outfit. Adelaide, ironically, felt like she was dressed as a queen with her sharp, royal blue corset and black gown. Her hair had been fashioned into a bun at the top of her head with light whips escaping down in her face and the back of her neck.
Her lips had been painted with black lipstick, an ironic choice considering black lipstick had historically been a fashion of vampire females and that it was considered devilish to wear. Adelaide frowned. It was another one of those moments where she began to wonder why she had not yet killed herself… aside from the fact that suicide was a ridiculously difficult thing for angels to do.
“What’s wrong my love?” Constantine asked her in a jovial voice, knowingly turning the attention to everyone within hearing distance to her.
Adelaide always knew that she was nothing more than a peculiar angel-pet for Constantine. This was the thought that ran through every vampire’s mind every time they looked at her. They wondered what the sex was like; they questioned how she could stomach it; and they pondered at the impossible reality that Constantine had practically ended a war for her. “Nothing.” She muttered, knowing that this could never be enough to get him off of her back.
“What do you mean?” he demanded. “You’re dressed like my queen, but your acting like my prisoner.”
And yet, this was the dichotomy of their relationship...
“You’d to be a king,” Lorraine called from across the table.
Everyone turned to appraise her. She sat with her shoulders back and her chin up, her hands daintily holding the silver fork. She scowled at Constantine, with dark red, pursed lips. In the short hour between their “session,” and the dinner, she had managed to work all of the tangles out of her hair. It hung around her face and down her back in majestic, lion-like curls, making her look larger than life. “… To have a queen.” She replied.
Constantine glowered at her. “Yes well you would know that.” He countered. Then, as he swept his gaze across the entire table, he added, “Apparently, it takes a king and only a king to make a mistress out of the general’s wife.”
Adelaide’s eyes went wide. Until that moment, she thought that she had learned all there was to know about the confusing relationship that existed between Constantine and Lorraine. But of course she was wrong.
“Accusations make a fool of you.” Lorraine scowled, turning her attention back to her plate, indicating she was not going to be entertaining him any longer.
Constantine chuckled once at this, then turned his attention back to Cleavage. “No, my dear,” he muttered to no one in particular, “They make a fool out of you.”
Cleavage laughed, before turning his attention back to Adelaide. “Did you not take stock on her favorite dishes? She is not eating a thing.”
Constantine set his jaw, turning his attention on Adelaide. “Ah, I know what the problem is.” He muttered as he took an empty bowl, which had previously held blood from a prior course and set it in front of her. He retrieved a silver lighter from a pocket inside of his dinner jacket and lit it. “The weaker creatures,” he started as the fire took to the blood which had lined the bowl and he reached into her plate to fork a piece of raw meat, “Cannot handle,” he submerged the piece of meat in the licks of flames just about the bed of the bowl, “food in its natural, raw state.” He removed the meat when the outside had begun to char, then doused it in his frigid breath. He then presented it to Adelaide.
Adelaide, who had been staring at him with her eyes wide, confused at the fact that he had actually gone through the pains to do that for her, could do nothing but take the meat. “For your information, it is common, actually for angels to eat raw. It is just not in my particular tastes.” Adelaide explained as she finished chewing.
Constantine raised an eyebrow in mock concern.
“For someone who plans to enslave an entire species, you know remarkably little about them.” She snapped.
Constantine cocked his head to one side. “My dear, who says I’d do anything like that?”
Adelaide glanced, pointedly at the Angels who had had their wings fastened to their backs. Some were held within leather straps wrapped around their torsos, and others were not so lucky and had nothing more than ropes keeping their wings down. They fluttered around the room, answering the rude calls of the vampires around them, or stood practically adhered to the wall, surveying the room with their tired eyes. “You already have.”
Constantine rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you just keep cooking your food, love.” He replied in a harsh voice.
At that, he then lifted his goblet of wine and tapped his fork against it. The hum of voices that had filled his room, slowly simmered down as one by one, they realized that he was trying to get their attention. “I would like to congratulate you all on your efforts.” He exclaimed in that stately voice of his. His mouth remained open, as he wished to say more, but an applause interrupted him. He nodded at the table of soldiers, and even at his wife, who also partook in the celebration, giving a subdued clap of her own.
“Anyways, you all fought hard and long in this cause. We lost many that we loved and I am very pleased to find that their existence was not in vain. Although it was a simple agreement that won us this planet, it was not without your intimidating prowess, that we were able to reclaim that which is rightfully ours!”
At this, an even bigger cheer filled the room. There was not only applause, but boots stomping the hard ground and fists slamming against the table. The noise pressed into Adelaide’s head, making it impossible for her to focus on any other thought than that of the brutes that surrounded her. Her Energy brimmed just beneath the surface of her skin as a strange kind of anxiety set in. Adelaide couldn’t help but to worry that soon enough, Constantine would grow bored with her and she would be cast off with the rest of the angels, reduced to nothing but serv
ants.
“But I have something of value you to tell you all, so listen closely,” he continued. “I have been summoned to the court of our king to answer for our success. Thus I regret to tell you that I will have to take leave from this camp in the crucial moments of its settlement. But I have left my wife in charge of all matters concerning the camp, its prisoners, and our relocation….”
He might have said more, but there was a terrible commotion on the other side of the table. Lorraine shot out of her chair and picked up her goblet all in one motion. She chugged it across the room in a movement that looked like the happy marriage between extreme strength and impossibly precise aim.
It hit Constantine square in his chest, the wine it contained dousing him and splashing anyone within a foot radius, including Adelaide. As she pursed her lips as the wine running off of her forehead, Lorraine stormed out of the room and into the night. As Constantine prepared for his departure in the next few days, she completely avoided him and thus, Adelaide. In fact, it wasn’t until he had been gone for a full day that Lorraine barged into his tent.
Adelaide, who had been sitting in front of her vanity, relishing in the alone-time and combing her hair in complete silence, turning to find Lorraine towering over her. Her heart pounded against her chest when she realized that this was the first time she had been alone with Lorraine. Whenever she would turn up, Constantine had always managed to protect her from her wrath and now that he was gone, there was nothing stopping Lorraine from ripping her to shreds. “Can I help you?” she asked, fear tightening her voice.
“What did you do to him?” Lorraine sneered.
“Nothing.” Adelaide replied in a desperate voice as she stood up. She felt far less vulnerable when she was standing.